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From a young age, you just knew you wanted a house full of children. You could imagine your spouse, playing ball with the kids in the yard and the black lab that would be chasing tennis balls in the midst of everything. You and your spouse would be cooking meals together, taste testing the soup, snuggling in bed on Sundays morning and listening for the pitter-patter of little feet to rush in your room. You had it all figured out. Then you spent the next few years changing your dating habits hoping to find the perfect spouse. He now likes the girls who can cook a mean ham, and she is in love with any guy that is the perfect uncle to his nieces and nephews. You bought the ring and now....you are here. Happily ever after.
Let's move forward a few years now. You are both exhausted, stressed about money and the kids, still cute - are often annoying and bothersome. Your entire life has been turned topsy turvy and is little more than a platform designed to make the little lives in your life happier than your own. Sex declines, you barely speak to your spouse, and you live on the constant brink of something that feels like irritation. As if at any moment, you could explode. Of course, you don't because you have become well equipped to handle stress and the constant changing of plans and dreams. For most however, the picture perfect life that they imagined is lost in a sea of constant doing.
Raising kids is difficult. At some point, you have to wonder why people don't truly prepare you for it. Why no one stood up at your wedding and said, "Don't do it!" You have to wonder why when you had kid one, kid two and then kid three there wasn't some well meaning soul there to tell you that you were ruining your life. Not really of course. Kids do add a lot of things to your life and it is the natural progression of humanity to have children. But it definitely isn't a happily ever after affair like it is depicted. And then, as further insult you, just like every other mom and dad propagate this 'ideal' by posting posed pictures on Facebook, writing Christmas cards that talk about your kids as if you don't exist anymore. You know, painting the perfect picture of family life. All smiles, when the reality is that inside your home a secret war is taking place. The war of being who you want to be and being the perfect parent and spouse.
While all of this may seem a bit pessimistic, it is fairly spot on. Married couples everywhere are so used to adjusting their dreams and rolling with the punches that they effectively have whiplash. And once the cute phases of babyhood and toddlers are replaced by hormonal tweens and ungrateful teens, you too will wonder how you got sucked into this life for yourself. You spend every moment of raising kids waiting for the next and trying to prepare yourself for something that is impossible to predict. You hope like hell that your spouse is still there somewhere waiting in the wings and then you begin planning your life together, with the empty nest - praying that your kids will visit you and not be too demented from your inexperienced parenting skills.
You have regrets, you have mistakes, you feel like you missed out on a lot of important things because you were constantly busy and then you start thinking about grand children. Ah-hah! Now you get it. You realize in that epiphany moment that no one warned you, no one told you about how hard it was to raise children because they, just like you do now, wanted grandchildren to right all the wrongs they felt they made as parents. They wanted to take all their living experiences, erase all their mistakes, and throw it into enjoying something so beautiful, so innocent, and so precious that no one under 45 could truly appreciate. Children! Your children. And there you go....the truth about raising children.
David Beart runs the Professors House. Our family based site covers everything from marriage advice and weddings to raising children.
Tennis Court Racketeers
Tennis is a great sport, but not without a few foibles. Tennis was a game I remember playing from a very young age. Not really sure, what prompted me to pick up the game, but my younger brother and I use to head over to the local public tennis courts quite a few times during our summer vacation. Quite a few very competitive matches ensued during those long summer days, and a number of them evolved into some very competitive and verbal matches. Ala John Mcenroe vs Jimmy Conners kinda stuff. Not the same tennis skill level of course, but some of the tennis style disagreements certainly did. There are a few things that are kind of annoying about the game of tennis, especially whey you play at the very beginning skill level. One has to be learning to hit a decent tennis serve. Certainly tricky, hitting the ball with just the right power to get it over the next, and still land it in that itty bitty little square of a service box. Certainly makes you look in awe at the tennis pros, as they pound the tennis balls at over 100 miles per hour just barely over the net, and paint the lines of the service box. Of course thousands of hours with a tennis racket in your hands hitting balls till there are callouses on your callouses helps develop a great tennis serve.
Tennis Serving Wenches
The other thing that kind of annoys me about tennis, is all the time spent chasing errant balls. All those tennis shots, that should have been great, but somehow ended up flying over the fence, orwhacking the guy two courts over, or the really sneaking ones that zipped out under the hole in the fence into the big bunch of bushes. I think every tennis court, public or otherwise, should come with a full time staff of ball boys or ball girls. I love watching those kids on the big televised matches running around fetching balls, handing out towels, at the beck and call of the players. As I've gotten older, and hadchildren, I've tried to encourage them to take up the fine and honorable of career of tennis ball girls, but to no avail. There must be something about chasing all my wild tennis shots, that just doesn't appeal to youngsters these days.
Tennis Graduation Days
I don't play a whole lot of tennis these days. Occasionally I'll play with friends and family while on vacation, or at resorts that have tennis courts available. I've taken up other racket sport activities. Played racquetball for a while before moving on to the game of squash. There is something to be said for playing in a court with no net, and no chance of the ball slipping under or over the fence. Helps to save my energy for running down my opponents shots, instead of traipsing through a pack of bushes look for that pink tennis ball, that should be oh so easy to find. Although, I'd have to thank my early days on the tennis courts to develop my affinity for other racket sports. Their all fun in their own way, a great game to play with family, and quite a racket.
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What can I use to mark my tennis balls?
I like to practice tennis afterschool with a lot of other kids, but I need to figure out how to make my tennis balls stand out from the others. Any ideas?
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I've tried permanent markers to no avail! After one afternoon, the Sharpie color disappears. >.<
color it with flouro markers!
Blog: Still tennis crazy after all these years
Prince William was 28 this week, which has nothing to do with tennis. Except that when this tiny royal baby was being taken home all those years ago, I got a call from the office to drive across London to see the Prince and Princess of Wales show off their new lad to waiting crowds.
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