Choose the Golf Club by Julie Arduini

If this picture could talk! This was how my teen daughter, nephew, sister, and I spent Good Friday. My sister and nephew now live in what was our mom’s home, and it is 300 miles from my house. When we discussed Easter, we knew one thing—we wanted to do everything as opposite from tradition as possible.

Plans started with them coming to Ohio instead of us traveling to Upstate NY. We decided to kick our long weekend off by visiting Fits of Fury, a rage room type experience at a nearby mall.

When our mom first became ill last September and one minute the doctors are preparing for her to pass, only for them to come in and talk discharge, and that bounced back and forth for weeks, we were fatigued in every level. We sure didn’t want her to pass, but the toll of saying goodbye and mentally preparing for it is excruciating. Then she was home and we were caregiving her through months where her pain level was heartbreaking. She received a diagnosis of h.pylori and that addressed the pain, yet other challenging things were happening. Just when she rebounded and was basically back to her old self driving, shopping, getting her haircut—she was gone. Just like that.

I don’t care how strong your faith is, that roller coaster will mess you up.

—Julie Arduini

I’m no exception. When I entered that room with carefully chosen plates, glasses, mugs, and even a hard drive and monitor, I thought about 2020 and these last months. I was separated from my husband and kids for almost nine weeks. I missed out knowing the daily in their lives and it was only when I returned did I realize what a huge impact that was for all of us. Certainly none of us regret my leaving to stay with mom, but it was a hard, hard time.

My sister eyed the glass as a daughter, a single mom, and a teacher. Through all of these months she had to pack her son up and drop him off different places because of remote learning. She was expected to be ready for anything as a teacher with news changing last minute and resources rarely at her disposal because of protocol. She was there when mom fell ill and needed transport and again, because of protocol, wasn’t allowed to join her. We never saw mom again.

We had the choice of a hammer, sledgehammer, baseball bat and golf clubs to use on these items. We wore protective gear and took turns. Sometimes just hurling it against the wall was enough.

For me, I found the most damage—and healing—came from the golf club. Although actual golf is my husband’s game, I had no trouble picking up that club and taking a swing. Once things shattered, I hit again and again to take those big pieces down to slivers.

It felt good.

Obviously this experience is not the same as a counseling session, a time of prayer, or anything that can be classified as therapy. Yet, it was therapeutic if that makes sense. My nephew showcased a powerful swing with the bat and it helped him get some pent up emotions out. I know I felt the same way.

Days later I had to drive mom’s car from NY to Ohio where my son and his fiancee will use it. The emotions that spilled out as I drove it across state lines surprised me, and I honestly would have done near anything to trade that drive for a return to the rage room. I sobbed, and just depleted myself of words and tears.

When I arrived home and cried some more as I unpacked her things, I focused on much needed sleep, but ran to His word. The Bible is my comfort and guide and when it’s extra busy, I miss the reading plans I have in place. I couldn’t wait to get back to it. It is in the Psalms, and the prophets where my plans have me that are helping me heal.

But if you want affordable entertainment where you can swing out some frustration, I definitely recommend the experience. For maximum damage, use the golf club!

PS

In the picture we were supposed to give angry faces. My sister and I were so excited to be there we just look goofy. But the younger ones, they gave a great game face!

About juliearduini

Julie Arduini loves to encourage readers to find freedom in Christ by surrendering the good, the bad, and ---maybe one day---the chocolate. She’s the author of the contemporary romance series SURRENDERING TIME, (Entrusted, Entangled, Engaged,) as well as the stand-alone novellas, MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN and RESTORING CHRISTMAS. She also shares her story in the infertility devotional, A WALK IN THE VALLEY. Her other latest release, YOU’RE BRILLIANT, is for girls ages 10-100, written with her teenaged daughter, Hannah, and is book 3 in their SURRENDERING STINKIN’ THINKIN’ series. She blogs every other Wednesday for Christians Read, as well as monthly with Inspy Romance. She resides in Ohio with her husband and two children. Learn more by visiting her at http://juliearduini.com, where she invites readers to opt in to her content full of resources and giveaway opportunities.
This entry was posted in Julie Arduini and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Choose the Golf Club by Julie Arduini

  1. It sounds like a healing experience. Julie, I am so sorry for your loss, and for all of the heartache and pain and frustration that came with it.

    I had no idea that rage rooms existed. Now I’m wondering where/if we can find one here in Nebraska? If not, I think it would be a terrific business to go into. Hmmm… Ideas…

    Liked by 1 person

    • juliearduini says:

      Thanks. Krysti! I learned of rage rooms in bigger cities, but I’m starting to see them in smaller venues as well. What I love about the one I went to is most of the items come from Habitat for Humanity, so it’s helping others as well. The owners are very creative, I think just about anyone could open one in their area.

      Like

  2. Wow, I did not know such things existed. Sounds interesting, but also a little dangerous for those who have injuries. Ha! I am sure they make you sign a waiver! I agree that the Bible and God are the best place to start when it comes to healing.

    Like

    • juliearduini says:

      Yes, there are definite rules and paperwork for it. We had to wear a face shield as well. It’s something fun to try, especially with a group. But for true healing, the Lord is the answer for sure.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.