What Golf Means in This Season of Life
By Christine, Mama Birdie
There’s a version of life we imagined when we were younger —
calm, simple, neatly arranged.
And then there’s the life we live now.
Beautiful.
Full.
Chaotic.
Tender.
Stretching us in ways we never expected.
A life where we’re raising tiny humans, nurturing careers, trying to be good partners, and rediscovering who we are underneath it all.
Some days feel heavy.
Some feel hopeful.
Most feel like a blur.
And somewhere in the middle of all that… golf found us.
Not because we needed another hobby.
Not because we were trying to “become golfers.”
But because something inside us needed a place where life could slow down just long enough for us to hear ourselves again.
Golf became that place.
A reminder that we can breathe.
That progress doesn’t need to be perfect.
That we get another swing.
That fresh air, good company, and quiet moments can shift the tone of an entire day.
This season of life asks a lot from us.
It pulls, stretches, challenges, and softens us.
It makes us hold big emotions, big responsibilities, and big dreams — all at once.
So the course becomes a little sanctuary.
A place where no one is calling our name every five seconds.
A place where our worth isn’t measured by productivity.
A place where we’re allowed to be beginners again — curious, soft, open.
A place where our kids run wild across the fairway,
where the sun lands gently on their cheeks,
where we catch small glimpses of who they are becoming.
A place where we watch our partners smile after a good shot,
and remember we’re a team — on and off the course.
Where laughter comes easy.
Where conversations feel lighter.
Where presence actually exists.
Golf doesn’t fix life.
It doesn’t erase the stress.
It doesn’t magically make everything easy.
But it gives us moments —
and moments matter.
Moments of calm in the chaos.
Moments of clarity in the noise.
Moments where we remember that we’re allowed to enjoy life even when everything isn’t perfect.
Golf teaches us patience…
not just for the game,
but for ourselves.
It teaches us acceptance —
that the bad shots happen,
that the good ones surprise us,
and that both are part of the journey.
It teaches us presence —
the way the wind feels,
the sound of your kids laughing,
the steady rhythm of walking between shots.
It teaches us that we can start again…
as many times as we need to.
Golf didn’t arrive in the easy season.
It arrived in the real one.
The complicated one.
The one where we’re learning, stumbling, growing, rebuilding.
The one where we’re parents, partners, professionals, and dreamers — all at once.
And maybe that’s exactly why it matters.
Because in this season of life,
we don’t need more pressure.
We need more peace.
We don’t need more comparison.
We need more compassion.
We don’t need more tasks.
We need more time.
Time to breathe.
Time to reconnect.
Time to remember that joy still lives here.
Time to remember ourselves.
Golf gives us that.
Not because it’s perfect —
but because it mirrors us.
A little messy.
A little beautiful.
Always evolving.
In this season, golf isn’t the escape.
It’s the reminder.
That we’re still here.
Still learning.
Still capable of joy.
Still allowed to grow.
Still allowed to take up space.
Still allowed to find calm in unexpected places.
And maybe that’s the quiet magic of it all.
Written by: Christine, PBC Founder
