Daddy Duty


Over the weekend, I took my toddler-daughter to the driving range. Normally the idea would be too daunting to consider but the weather on Saturday was too nice too pass it up.

Here is the list of things that I had to pack. I was trying to make sure that I had everything she would possible need to be content outside for about an hour or so. I packed the following:

  • Her stroller, she needed a place to sit,

  • Her Sippy cup full of juice, with a back-up bottle of water,

  • Her bag of snacks, which today were blueberries,

  • My golf bag, and

  • My iPad, which was for an emergency tantrum (break out COCOMelon )

I didn’t forgot much. It was just a few things:

  • My golf shoes, and

  • My water bottle.


I will be honest and say that as much as I didn’t want to go through the hassle, I was excited to take her out there. I have been trying to figure out the best time to introduce her to the game so I guess Saturday, June 4th was that day. I read a story that said Tiger Woods began watching his dad hit balls six (6) months that seems a little ambitious for us. Let me mark in history that she was 19 months…haha

Overall, the experience was a success. After getting ourselves situated under a shaded stall, she sat there quietly watching me and the person in the next to me hit balls for about 20 minutes. It was actually pretty nice. I was able to make it through a third of the bucket when the wheels started coming off. First, she dumped the bag of blueberries on the ground, then she threw her juice cup. When she threw my iPad to the ground, I knew it was time to leave.

I’m sure the experience was the first of many. Despite the small tantrum, I was happy to be able to spend time with my daughter during something that I enjoyed.

Here is the thing, I know that I will make mistakes as a parent. It is inevitable. Just like on the golf course. Despite all of the time on the driving range or the practice swings on the course, there is going to be an erred shot somewhere. The best thing that I can aim for is that when my daughter grows up she realizes that every shot I took, whether on the golf course or as her father was Rooted in the Hope that it was my best and the best for her.

No one knows the future, all we can every do is give each day our best.

My Every shot you take be Rooted In Hope because we know that it is your best.


Hit them well,

Greenwood GOLF


What age did you take your child to the range for the first time? Tell us about that experience

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