Nana and Pop (Curtis' Mom and Dad) headed eastward this weekend. It is always great to see the grandparents, but it NEVER seems long enough. The help was greatly appreciated. It is a strange feeling when you don't "have" to depend on your parents. Don't get me wrong, we love the help! But, we also know we can make it in this world. That must be a proud moment for a parent. You are helping because you want to, not because your child needs it or may get hurt etc... To have witnessed your life from the time you were the size of Noah to the point where you have one that size. I swear we caught glimpses of parental pride in Nana and Pop's eyes aimed at both of us. It was such fun to see that the parents still look at us the way we look at Noah sometimes, in awe of how this all happened.
Now to the story of the weekend that will fade into nothingness, but could have been the story of the century!!! OK, not really, but since I am a legend in my own mind I think you will find it amusing DISCLAIMER: Golf story to follow -
Curtis has never beat his Dad in golf. We are talking about a guy who, for as long as he can remember, a 75 (3 over par) not that great of a day. Not only that, but his buddies he used to play with, were the same. So I grew up thinking 80 ( 8 over) was a bad score. Perhaps this was a part of his frustration as a young lad. So when Pop said he was bringing his clubs this weekend, Curtis was ready. A trip to Henry County Country Club was filled with excitement as Curtis drove the ball just off the fairway 50 yards past his dad, then something happened. After 3 holes Curtis was down 5 strokes!!! Knowing he was dead in the water, he stopped worrying about it. All of a sudden the front nine was over and Pop was up 7 strokes (his 36 to Curtis' 44). Having never beaten Pop in even 9 holes of play (lost by 1 stroke once before) he hit the reset button. We were tied ( even for the back nine teeing off on hole 16) Suddenly Curtis hit a birdie putt and Pop parred. I was up one for the back nine, then the next hole the same thing happened. Now Curtis was 2 strokes up, not to mention 2 under par for the back nine, with one hole to go. We tied on the 18th hole and I lost by 5 strokes in total... but the small insignificant victory was the back nine. Although Curtis lost the war, he won a small victory. Now the bad news for Curtis is Pop will be retiring soon, which means more than his usual round per day. With Noah here, Curtis won't be playing more, but rest assured he will practice when he can.
But he will take never beating his father if it means more family time with Jennifer and Noah.