English: Off road gas golf cart. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I want to be a writer! I have always wanted to be an author of some sort. I used to want to write romance novels but not anymore. Now, I just want to write something that people will enjoy without it being disgusting. I want to write something that can be helpful to others in some way. Maybe someone who has gone through similar things to what I have gone through. If I can write something that helps just one person, in some way, then it will all be worth it! Question is what do I write?
I have so many different subjects and plenty of material to write about, but do I want to make it all public? Some of it is pretty private stuff! I guess I could look at choosing a pseudonym or “pen-name”. We’ll see about that. But for now, you get this….
I could write about raising children in a world that is so frightening these days, a person doesn’t even want to go grocery shopping by themselves anymore. I could also write about raising three boys all diagnosed with ADHD, one also with ODD. I do have some good stories to tell about them!
Of course, I could skip ahead to my children’s teenage years and write about raising teenagers, who are almost as rebellious as I was. Didn’t have that much of a problem with my daughter, but those boys just about did me in!
Raising kids is really a lot of fun, especially when you and your husband enjoy sports and you get to share that with your children. My daughter played softball as a youngster and when she got into high school, she played golf. I thought she was going to be the female version of Tiger Woods! Don’t get me wrong, she was good! But she wasn’t Tiger Woods good. Still, I had many good times with her at the various tournaments. She played and was required to walk the course but I got to drive a golf cart!
Oh boy, me and the carts! Many times I choose to ignore the “stay on cart path” signs just so I could go and see where someone’s ball had landed for them. You see, with teenage girls, they don’t want to walk any more than they absolutely have to, and if the ground is even slightly damp, they walk even less! So, typically I would drive the cart over to where we last saw the ball or where we thought it had landed and begin the search. Once the ball was found, if it was found, I would then climb back in the cart and head back to the cart path I was not supposed to have strayed from in the first place!
On more than one occasion I failed to make it back to the cart path, at least without a lot of help! I even managed to get stuck a few times! Most of the time, I was able to get the cart back underway either with assistance from the players, or just pure luck, but there was once when nothing we did helped. I was stuck in mud and the girls refused to take a chance on any mud being slung on them, so I was on my own.
Fortunately for me, another adventurous parent happened along; someone else who didn’t care for the “stay on cart path” signs either. Together, with some pulling, pushing, lifting, laughing, and praying, we managed to get my cart back on stable ground! After that, I stayed on the cart path, at least for the rest of the day.
I never ‘fessed up to being the one who had damaged the fairway on that hole! Thankfully, the good Samaritan didn’t rat me out either! My daughter and her teammates had a good laugh at my expense though, and that made it worthwhile. How the coaches and everyone else did not notice the mud up the sides of my legs, I’ll never know!
I am a work in progress...still 