Post #62 – Women’s Memoirs, Writing Prompt – Kendra Bonnett and Matilda Butler
It’s more humor and memoir vignettes
Last Tuesday we introduced you to humorist Maggie Lamond Simone. As you may remember, Maggie is the author of From Beer to Maternity, the story of her life as a late-blooming adult, and then wife and parent. In her memoir, she shares her insights in a light-hearted way designed to help readers through their own multi-role years.
Below is the second of Maggie’s vignettes. As we did last week, we’ve added a writing prompt based on Maggie’s story. If you’d like more of Maggie’s vignettes, be sure to let us know.
IN THE ROUGH
by Maggie Lamond Simone
If ever there was a sporting analogy for parenthood, golf is it. There are traps and hazards and obstacles and bad lies, misplaced shots and errors in judgment and bad bounces. Even the professionals have bad days and miss putts. It looks so darn easy on television, yet simply breaking even is a good thing.
Unfortunately, it seems that in my children’s eyes, I’ve gone from being a pro to having a serious handicap.
I remember how those eyes used to sparkle with awe, when the kids thought I knew everything. Oh, sure, my daughter caught on while she was still in diapers, but my son? He held out, God love him. Despite evidence to the contrary, including teaching him that beating a smoke detector senseless with a broom was an acceptable way to turn it off and that ironing clothes might be harmful to the environment, he steadfastly clung to the illusion that Mommy knew some things.
Then he decided to play golf. I couldn’t have been more thrilled, because I love the game and hoped that at least one of the kids would love it too. I think my son was impressed with my knowledge as we watched tournaments on television, and was therefore comfortable when I suggested I could teach him to play.
It could be argued, I suppose, that someone who has played a sport for 25 years and gotten steadily worse is probably not the ideal teacher, but of course hindsight is 20/20, isn’t it? I figured I could teach him the basics and send him out. Hey, it’s worked for me so far (“she said, somewhat defensively.”)
I got him some clubs and took him to the driving range. I took the driver in my hands and showed him exactly how to hold it. Left hand here, right hand here, pinky fingers here. Stand like this; keep your feet straight and your head and shoulders down so that you’re looking at the tee after the shot.
I then gave him a bucket of balls and said, “Okay! Go get ‘em, tiger! Drive away! Then we’ll play nine holes and I’ll have a golfing partner for the rest of my life! Woohoo!”
He looked at me adoringly and stepped up to the tee. His face beaming, ready to conquer this game that looks so darn easy, he took a swing. Then he took another. The ball wasn’t going very far. Eventually he turned to me and said, “Mom, what am I doing wrong?” I encouraged him to keep at it.
“You’re doing great, honey! It’s a hard game to master, but just keep at it! Practice, practice, practice!” All I needed was pompoms and a bullhorn.
And he kept at it. We played faithfully, and I kept telling him, “It’s okay, honey! You’re doing great! Look at how long Mommy has played, and I still can’t get it in the air!” This was beginning to lose its consoling effect. One day at the driving range, after a particularly frustrating bucket of balls, I saw a pro wrapping up a lesson. As he gathered his things and walked by, I asked for help.
The pro watched us swing a couple times, then stepped up to my son. “I’m going to change your grip a little,” he said, changing his grip completely. “And do you see how you’re standing straight ahead? I want you to pivot off your back foot so your bellybutton ends up facing where you want the ball to go. Plus, you have to see where your ball went, right?”
After the adjustments were made, my son started driving the ball 175 yards. He looked back at me with what may have been a glare. “Okay, okay,” I said tightly. “So the only two things I taught you about golf were wrong! I’m sorry! It’s not like everything I’ve ever said is wrong!”
With likely visions of smoke detectors and wrinkled shirts clouding his memory, he went back to driving the ball. The last thing I heard as I slunk away was the pro telling my son, “Hey, at least she didn’t tell you that mothers get a stroke a hole – hahaha!”
Then, “MOM!”
This I’ve learned: Kids don’t necessarily remember how they got to where they are, but they’ll remember you were there for the trip.
Memoir Writing Prompt
Maggie’s memoir vignette brings back memories of my children’s childhoods. I certainly didn’t have a perfect score. Some of the misplaced shots have become great family stories, oft repeated. Other errors in judgment are probably best left unsaid, but perhaps not unwritten.
500 Words (or More) Memoir Writing Prompt
1. Think back to your childhood years and remember a couple of difficult times with your parents. Did you ever say to yourself, “I’ll never do that to my child.” Did you say, instead, “Thanks Mom, you’re great.” Write about either a positive experience with your parents or a negative one. Be sure to reflect on what you learned from that situation and how your parents parenting style influence how you raised (or are raising) your children.
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Maggie Lamond Simone has been a columnist in Syracuse, New York for the past 15 years and is the author of From Beer to Maternity. Her columns have won six national awards, including four Gold awards from the PPA (Parenting Publications of America). The first was for an essay about breaking her daughter’s leg, “so that’s nice,” she says. “It was an accident.” Another was for her column about telling her son that she was a recovering alcoholic so that he didn’t start off with the misconception that drunks are bad people; she’s a “very good person” when she’s not blasted. Her first national essay was published in Cosmopolitan, a coup which bought her a Golden Retriever named Decker, who is the subject of her children’s book, LOSING DECKER
Her stories are included in Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Resolution (2009), P.S. What I Didn’t Say (2009), Chicken Soup for the Soul in Menopause (2008), Chicken Soup for the New Mom’s Soul (2007), Misadventures of Moms and Disasters of Dads (2005), and Hello, Goodbye (2004).
