The Problem with Players (Problem #2)

by Brittainy C. Cherry

“Because sometimes love feels so big in my chest that it leaks from my eyes.”

“You know, as a father, you’re learning as much as your kids are learning, too. And you figure out that each kid needs a little something different because they’re all individuals and unique. I think I love that most about you three girls—you all are so different from one another. But sometimes that makes it hard to know how I’m supposed to show up. If this whole situation happened with your sisters, I’d know what to do.”

Sometimes asking for help is the strongest thing a person could ever do.”

I’d been Cameron before. I used to apologize to my teammates for my dad’s outbursts at games. I used to be ashamed when he’d get locked up for DUIs, and everyone in town would talk about it. I used to give the same waves of heartbreak to my own coaches. No kid should’ve had to deal with that kind of situation at home. It was clear from the small interaction who was parenting who.