10S anyone?

So the oldest has been taking tennis lessons. He loves it. I have to admit, I secretly love that he loves it. It was my sport in high school and one semester of college (I only made it through two semesters of college and the first in my mind was totally dedicated to tennis and being on the team there. I was sixth seed in singles and second seed in doubles. I enjoyed it so much, and was having such a good time traveling and playing with the team (small university, back then it was a college/same thing I guess) that I was not paying so much attention to my classes.

Tennis was the easy target, the obvious culprit of my demise at school. Probably the truth was, I wasn't focused on it anyway. I only went for one more semester and dropped out to learn in the game of life as they say. I think I did pretty well in the end. All this to say......to this day, I really truly still enjoy tennis. My husband played too. We both enjoy it together. We haven't played in a while but we say and we should get back on track with it; not only for the fun of it but it's awesome excirsise too.

There's the oldest, out on the court, hitting the balls, looking all happy, totally in a zone and actually paying attention to the instructor. When he was playing soccer OMG he was all looking at the clouds and running away from the pack (hello how in the WORLD will you ever GET the ball if you never go GET it? but to his credit, he did score and get in there, just not enough to show he really was totally enjoying the game) and saying his back hurt so he couldn't run (funny coming from a six year old!) blah blah blah. As I watch him learn this new sport, I see him focused and paying attention, and really getting it. Is it wrong of me to secretly love that he is having fun? I don't want to sway him but I know I probably will. I will TRY not to. Whatever he does has to be what he wants to do right? That is the politically correct thing to say and think and I don't want to be one of those parents who is obsessed and so vocal and just highly competitve and super driven FOR them.....what do they call those parents? Oh I don't want to be that. So if I don't want to be that, I won't be that, right? I've heard Oprah say several times, "when you know better, you do better" and so I'm hanging on to that.

I just sit quietly and watch him play and enjoy his learning. I'm not yelling at him or even saying a word. I just take it all in. Aren't kids just amazing?

Tonight when we went to the baptism class for the littlest who will soon be baptized, one of the things I realized in the discussion is just how precious our kids are. I think I have learned that long ago, about 3-4 years ago to be exact. But in the group discussion tonight, it became ever more clear to me. It's so true.

I know, blah blah blah, it's all I ever talk about. Kids. My kids. How much I love them, cherish them, would do anything for them....I guess I'm pretty boring. Probably very predictable. I guess it could be worse. Tennis anyone? Game, set, match!