From one generation to another we inherit, celebrate, mourn, remember, struggle, dream. It's a magical circle when I think about it. My dad plays tennis. My sister and I also used to run around on the tennis courts. I was more ambitious and eager for applause, recognition, and definitely a very competitive type. My sister decorated the courts. I competed on the courts for almost ten years. Later on, modeling replaced tennis. This individual sport was very enjoyable for me and still accompanies me in life. Sometimes it's intense when I find a suitable opponent who doesn't spare me. Sometimes I sadly look at that dusty racket in the corner and say to myself that I'm lazy and should sign up for a tennis club and start playing actively again. It's true that if sports intensely accompany us in our youth, they become ingrained in our nails, bodies, and hearts and are never forgotten. We know how it hurts when we get injured. We have calluses on our hands. We know what clay smells like. We feel the victories and defeats after several hours of matches. For me, it was sometimes four hours of play. I get goosebumps when I remember how my dad, as a coach, shouted at me and tried to push me and support me up into tennis heaven to achieve success. How he prepared breakfast and ionic drinks for me. When I got cramps in my calves, he massaged them and applied cooling gel.
And now there's a new generation. Our almost six-year-old Elizabetka. In the time we've had her in our lives, I observe every little detail of her personality. Every new independent step she takes. Her interests, which naturally stem from play. How she likes to decorate, create, paint, and cut. How she likes to dance ballet at Miss Emily's lessons and show off. She swims very well and dives to a depth of two meters. How she's interested in makeup and likes to show off. She loves animals. How she loves her teacher Mrs. Klein and school and thus creates her new ideals, her new role models. How she's growing physically and mentally before our eyes. I will always appreciate my parents for allowing my sister and me to participate in several clubs and hobbies that have stayed with us until now. Something that is known to us, so we are not afraid to find that lost bead and thread it onto our new thread and continue in the process of improving ourselves.
And so the day came when Vuki and I decided that we wanted to put Elinka in sports.
Both of us did sports professionally in childhood and adolescence, so we know how important and positive it is for development and a healthy approach to life. We both like to tell each other about it, and I'm very interested in his karate career. How he traveled with the team, what his family sacrificed, how the sport became love, passion, and an experience that enriched us and created the right values in us, such as honesty, respect, and hard work.
The first tennis lesson with a new person in our princess's life. Young and cheerful Cameron arrives, and after a few minutes of conversation with us, he's already throwing her tennis balls and explaining how to hold the racket. I go back to the past. I see myself. It's such a wonderful feeling. I experience it fully, I cry, cheer, applaud. Our Eli has a talent for tennis!!!! My heart is full, and I'm proud and happy that we tried it and introduced her to this beautiful sport. Eli is enthusiastic, smiling, hitting balls on both sides, running, picking up balls, and high-fiving her new role model. Cameron praises her at the end of the lesson, saying that she's a natural talent. One of his best first lessons with kids. Eli will learn quickly, and she can achieve a lot if she has that competitiveness in her. Well, she does. Then we hear from Eli the whole week how tennis is the best sport and how she enjoys it the most. The next lesson is like watching perfectly executed shots, especially backhand. I'm proud like never before. And it will stay that way, even if she decides to save animals or dance. We'll guide and support her as much as we can. Bravo, Eli.
And I'm looking forward to playing with my daughter soon.
Dad, it's your birthday today. This story is for you.
Alena
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