I used to golf. I was never great, but in high school I was pretty good. That, in part, is due to the fact that I was on the HS team and played 9 nearly every day after school. That really is one of the things about golf, to be good you have to be playing consistently.
While I have never been a great golfer I still enjoyed it. Despite the time spent in the woods or the balls I donated to the guys who dive in the water hazards, I hit enough good shots to keep me coming back.
When you hit that killer drive down the middle of the fareway or sink that 20 foot put it is enough to forget about worm burner off the 3 tee that you could have thrown further.
Recently I have seen parenting in a similar light. There are days where I feel like I am playing in the rough or I am smacking ball after ball into the water. But there are those moments that make it all worth while. There are those times of dancing in the kitchen with the music cranked up or wrestling on the floor or seeing something that you have been working on since birth start to click. There is nothing like it in the world and it is enough to make you forget the times you thought you couldn't take another minute.
So the next time you seem to live in the rough, or the water, or the sand, just think of the amazing drive of the 5 tee and how great it is to dance to the Bee Gees with a 3 year old.