My son and I play tennis well. We both love playing, we talk while we play, it is great one on one time. Being 12 and having grown taller than I now, his blessed little hormones have started us all on a roller coaster ride of sorts, sometimes fun and sometimes very scary. Normally a good, steady boy, he now is mostly that but sometimes suspicious, contrary, volitile, interested, not interested, narcissistic, giving, sacrificial even, weepy, austere. It is intense because he is definitely my son and whereas my daughter inherited my fun living side, my son inherited my drive and ambition. Wowzers. BUT I have three tools in my pocket: 1. My fun loving side, 2. God and the knowledge that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, and 3. Tennis. As long as I can play, we can still communicate and bond doing something. Oh, and I also have food. Never underestimate the power of food to a teenager. I know if he gets angry, I must feed him for he is just hormonal hangry. So thank you, God, for all your help and how uou made me and for tennis!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Tonya LaLonde 