MONDAY, JULY 10,
would've been over without the LPGA Child Development Center. There are four
caregivers, and a 24-foot truck driven by one of the caddies hauls toys, cribs,
diapers, child-sized tables and chairs, and a TV to 25 tournaments a year. They
set up in the clubhouse or in a church or school near the course. Of the 28
moms (40 children) on tour, I use the day-care center the most because I play
so much and Mark is my caddie. We can bring the kids to the center two hours
before teeing off and leave them there up to two hours after finishing, and
I get back from
Jackson at 7:30, in time to help put the kids in their jammies, fix two bottles
of milk and plop down on a sofa. With the kids on our laps clutching their
blankies, Mark reads Goodnight Moon before we put them in their cribs and turn
on Classical Lullabies, which always knocks them out. Then it's party time!
Mark has a beer, I have a glass of wine, and we feast on leftovers.
4 REMEMBERING THE
TUESDAY, JULY 11,
We drop off the
kids at day care, which is in a church this week, at 9:30 a.m., then play a
practice round at Highland Meadows Golf Club. Being alone with Mark reminds me
how grateful I am to have him. I was afraid for his life at this year's U.S.
Women's Open. During the first round Mark's heart started racing, and
paramedics rushed him to a hospital. The problem was diagnosed as
supraventricular tachycardia--the same condition that David Toms and Meg Mallon
have--but doctors told him that he didn't need surgery, and the next day he was
back on the bag.
Tonight at dinner
(pepperoni pizza at a mall) I couldn't help but think how much we've changed.
Mark and I used to enjoy finding great restaurants. Now we're so boring. Yet
I'm much happier and am playing some of the best golf of my life.
5 MAKEUP GAME
Libby stands up
in her crib at 4 a.m., so Mark brings her into our bed and everybody goes back
to sleep--until the alarm rings at 4:50 (I tee off in the pro-am at 7:15.) At
5:30 Shannon Sebolt, a day-care staffer, comes by so Mark and I can leave for
the course. Times like this remind me how the absence of day-care drove
player-moms like Myra Blackwelder and Judy Rankin off the tour.