Can you see? At three years old, Vivien has pretty good golf form already.  

Coming from an anti-sports family, I came to athleticism kind of late. By that I mean having to hole myself up in a hotel room for a weekend to try to teach myself about football, because I co-hosted a show on which we talked about sports and I didn’t want to look like a tool.

I have been golfing for about 4 years, with a baby break in there. Now I golf once a week with my girlfriend Barb at a public course. More than nine holes and I am pooped. Actually, now it’s six holes and I’m pooped, but I push myself.

I am NOT very good. But I have gotten better and the lessons I take occasionally have helped, particularly with my chipping.

The other weekend, we took a family trip to Ojai and I took my 7-year-old niece, Lily, and Vivien to practice our short game. WIth big clubs and lots of grass to run around on, it was harder for Viv to concentrate, but she tried. Lily did very well.  

I really want to get Viv her own little clubs and have her join me on the links. But I have to check my ego at the golf shop. When I was first showing the girls how to putt, I missed the first two shots.

Vivien said, “Mommy, maybe you should take lessons.”

Through grinding teeth, I said, “Mommy does take lessons!” Harrumph!