Friday, November 12, 2010
Another trophy for the shelf (and I want a slurpee!)
His hardest opponent this week-end was an asthma attack. It was a cold, windy week-end and both of those things can trigger attacks. The poor guy would hit, run, cough, hit, run, cough...lather, rinse, repeat. I felt so bad for him. I wanted to pull him out but he was determined to hang in there. Thank goodness the inhaler helped and the nebulizer was with us. God heard this mama's prayers - and then next day he was feeling much better!
I just get so amazed watching him play. I played tennis through my pregnancy with him and then when he was around 3 months old, we had him in a stroller watching as his dad and I played. He would bob his little head back and forth watching the ball - soooo cute! Little did we know at the time that he would grow up to kick our butts! :)
When he was about 3, we would "pay" him either a dollar or a slurpee to shag balls for us. This worked great for a long time - he was scoring big bucks off of us as we played on nearly a daily basis. Now we're the ones shagging balls for HIM. (and I just realized, we're NOT getting paid for it!!! Hey dude, where's my slurpee??????) :)
Trophy or not, the thing that we're MOST proud of is that every single player our fellow has played has complemented him on his honesty. He has earned a real reputation on the circuit for being a polite, but tough opponent. Even a few parents have stopped us and told us how nice he is. Praise like that makes me thankful again for the most wonderful gift we've ever been given. Keep dreaming big, Ian....we're behind you all the way!!
(P.S. Now can you be polite and go clean your room??? Oh, by the way son, I like the banana slurpees the best!!!)
Hug your favorite tennis player!