It’s been a bit more than an year since Siddharth first picked up a tennis racquet. I still remember those early days—awkward swings, missed shots, and that mix of excitement and frustration on his face after every session. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how it would go. Would he stick with it? Would he enjoy it enough to keep showing up, week after week?
Today, as I watched him rally confidently with his coach, something inside me shifted. His movements were smoother, his focus sharper. More than the improvement in his game, what struck me was the joy on his face—the kind that comes when effort quietly turns into progress.
A year of sweaty practices and gentle nudges from us as parents seems to be shaping not just his tennis, but his mindset. He’s learning patience, discipline, and the quiet satisfaction of getting a little better every day.
There’s still a long way to go—many matches, lessons, and perhaps setbacks ahead—but for now, it feels like he’s building something solid.
And the best part? He seems to truly enjoy the journey.
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