No matter how much patience you have, when you become a parent, you find more. It’s a good thing to have a lot of – in life and in golf. When Dash and I go to the range, I think we both build this quality in ourselves. To even tee a ball is a delicate motor skill at his age, and so to steady his hand he must really focus and not get unnerved by failure. Me, I’ll be kneeling there, feeding balls and encouragement – not gushing positive feedback, but enough to let him know he’s doing a good job – all while watching that split grip. Once his hands began to migrate closer together, it took more than a month for them to finally touch. A couple of times I did try physically moving his hands and explaining why, but what really worked was Dash watching me hit balls. He understood it on his time. That’s golf.