I Should Have Listened To Kenny Chesney (Don’t Blink)
I’m not gonna sugar-coat it, I’m already not doing well with this, and I don’t see it getting better anytime soon. Our son, Hogan, is in his final semester of high school.
When your kids are born, there’s always that one person who says, “Don’t blink because they’ll be gone before you know it.”
At the time, you have something weighing about 7 pounds in your hands who can’t even hold its head up and you laugh.
They’re right.
My mom once said to me, “Nothing marks the passage of time like your children.”
For me specifically, that passage of time is marked my son and I’s shared love and passion for the game of golf. I would say in the last 7-8 years, barely a weekend has gone by that we weren’t either playing together, or he was competing.
Anyway, I was clearing out some space on my phone on Saturday, and found three video clips of my little guy playing with me one weekend afternoon long ago. I decided to share it along with some updated video on the same golf hole. It’s only about :45, but makes me say, “Wow…what happened to THAT boy,” every time.
Of all the things I will miss most when he’s away at college next fall, spending four plus hours of uninterrupted time together (each week) doing something we commonly love is near the top.
I hope seeing my golf clubs in the garage, without his next to them, doesn’t make me cry.
But it will.
That’ll teach me to blink.
