You Can Get There From Here: Part 2

Junior Davis Cup Camp (Click Here) completed, I returned home to my club and my friends with the great news. When I excitedly explained I’d made Junior Davis Cup, few had any idea what I was talking about, and even after explaining JDC, heads nodded in approval if not understanding. And why would they? Elite junior tennis was a niche thing. But my club couldn’t be happier for me and that felt good.

Yet my last conversation with Dad lingered. What was that about? I’d let my guard down again, pining one more time for his approval. Charlie Brown with the football. Though it all made no sense. I just couldn’t imagine after all we’d been through how he wouldn’t have been thrilled with my good fortunes. But that’s not how it went. And here we were, pulling back, digging in, wary and mistrustful once again, adjusting to what our latest terms of endearment would be.

Only 17 and still wildly immature, I needed something from him, something to help me feel whole. But that was the trap in our unhealthy dynamic, me needing him to act differently so I could feel safe and complete. I was already discovering how…