Nobody was there so we had the court all to ourselves, and it was a beautiful morning, though you could tell the heat was on its way. We hit the ball back and forth and I was amazed with how good N was going. Really good, and I’m not just saying that because I’m his dad. In the past, even last year, playing tennis with the A&N amounted to one of two things: either they hit the ball into the net, or I was forced to run all over the court chasing the balls they hit. It almost never amounted to anything more than one hit each, then game over.
This time around, N did a fabulous job. Not only was he making good contact, but he was getting it over the net and with a lot of control. Also, he was hitting backhanders, which is huge. In the past, he would maneuver himself so he was always hitting forehands, and if you’ve ever played tennis, you know this is a futile endeavor. At some point you have to employ a backhand shot. His backhand looked good, too.
We had rallies that lasted at least a dozen shots, and it was fun. It reminded me of when N first started playing baseball. At first, it was me lobbing balls at him so he could catch them, but at some point he was strong and coordinated enough to really throw and catch the ball. At that point, he had become a real baseball player. Bear in mind, a lot of the kids take years to reach that point, or never reach it at all. I know this from years of playing and coaching N’s teams. You can see right off the bat (no pun intended) which kids are going to be baseball players and which ones will never really quite pick it up.
We had fun playing tennis, and I can see one day having actual matches with the kids. A doesn’t show as much interest, but that may change. Or not, whichever way is fine, she’s got so many other interests that it doesn’t matter.
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to denver.wang for the pic.