Oh BFF… Where Are You?
You know what I think is pretty awesome?
The brotherhood of the grass grower mafia… turf mafia… golf mafia—whatever you want to call it.
It’s like a silent acceptance into a secret society. You can reach out anytime, and they welcome you with open arms.
Need info on a job in a new area? Call a fellow grass grower.
Need a chemical or fertilizer rep? Call a fellow grass grower.
Even if they’ve never spoken before, they’re instantly best friends—sharing information, golfing, grabbing a beer, and even coordinating aerification schedules so surrounding courses don’t overlap.
As a turf wife… I think it’s pretty amazing.
I just wish it was that easy for us.
When our grass growers take new positions in unfamiliar places, we don’t get that same built-in network. We have to find our people the hard way.
When my daughter was younger, I threw myself into playgroups and the stereotypical “mom groups.” I was lucky—I met some incredible women and built lifelong friendships.
Fast forward to now…
She’s 22.
(Disclaimer: I actually wrote this when she was 12 😆)
Way too old for playgroups.
So now I have two options:
Option 1: (probably borderline illegal)
Rent a baby so I can re-enter the fast-track friend system.
Option 2: (which smells like desperation)
Hang out at Target with a Starbucks in hand, scouting the “cool moms”… and praying I don’t look like I’m running a human trafficking ring.
I know what you’re thinking…
“Just get a job.”
That would be great… if I had a husband with normal hours who could juggle everything at home.
And while my grass grower is an amazing, involved husband/father—this life just doesn’t work like that.
So I stay.
I handle the schedule.
The activities.
The day-to-day.
That’s my role—and I’m okay with it.
I’m not a needy person (even though this might sound like I am 😆)… but I’ve always managed to find my way outside of my grass grower’s shadow.
So what if this time it’s not easy?
I’m a TURF WIFE.
I figure it out.
Even in unfamiliar places… even without the built-in tribe.
This stage of life won’t be any different.
I’ll find my people.
My weirdos.
I might just have to get a little creative this time…
Or pick up a hobby.
Day drinking, anyone?
(Probably not the best hobby… but definitely a fun one 😏)
Disclaimer:
If you see me in Target clutching a Starbucks, I’m not trying to abduct you…
I’m just trying to find my tribe 💜
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If you’re a turf wife… Welcome home 💜
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