The past couple of weeks have been one long blur of tennis. Not me, mind you – it’s the kids I’m talking about. Tara started the weekend after Mrini did. I still think she’s not all that enthusiastic about tennis, but she clearly doesn’t want to watch Mrini playing while she sits out. I would have perhaps dissuaded her from taking on something just because Mrini’s doing it, but Amit was so keen for both of them to be into tennis that I didn’t stand a chance.
Predictably, while Mrini diligently does everything that she’s supposed to be doing, Tara can be found missing her turn in the queue, or facing the wrong way when it comes to her turn to hit the ball. Somehow, she manages to hit as many balls as Mrini does, though.
At home, Mrini has completely lost interest in writing and football. The moment she gets home from daycare, she runs to fetch her tennis racket. She doesn’t bother to wait for Amit and me to play with her, but starts tapping the ball right away. She has learnt to tap on every alternate bounce and can keep it up almost indefinitely (well, at least for about 15 taps). After a bit, she starts playing against the wall. She doesn’t manage to hit it to the wall more than twice in a row, but that doesn’t stop her from trying.
Tara didn’t have a racket. Initially, Amit insisted on getting just one racket for the two of them, and now that Tara had joined tennis class, she had to use a spare racket at the court. At home, she had to share the one racket with Mrini. Since Mrini was more devoted to tennis and since she had started playing at the courts first, their one racket had become “Mrini’s” racket by default. So we ordered a racket for Tara and got it at last just yesterday. I showed it to her in the morning as they were leaving for school. She was delighted, and told me not to open it, she would open it herself in the evening.
Yesterday evening, as soon as we got home, Mrini grabbed her own racket, and Tara got to work unwrapping her racket. A few minutes later, they were standing at opposite ends of the living room, hitting a ball to each other. One of them would play the lead ball; even if it went directly to the other, she would inevitably swing and miss. Then she would run to pick up the ball and start again. It was adorable!
When I was about 13 or so, my parents bought wooden tennis rackets from my sister and me and we went down to the nearby clay courts to play. There was a coach, or perhaps a marker, there, but he wasn’t very interested in coaching. There were a bunch of other girls, who also didn’t know how to play. There was an uneven, low wall to play against, an uneven ground for the ball to bounce on, and a massive, boundary-less field for the ball to get lost in. Whether you played in the court or against the wall, the rally seldom progressed beyond a single shot. Only if you were very lucky, did you get to hit a second or third shot, before walking off in the blazing sun to pick up the ball. (Of course, we used only one tattered ball at a time – balls were frightfully expensive.)
For a thirteen-year-old, it was a frustrating and short-lived experiment. It took almost two decades for me to come back to the game and actually learn how to play.
The twins didn’t seem to mind so much. The ball went all over the living room, but they are already used to running after it and picking it up, and they are especially adept at getting it out from awkward places like behind the TV or from under the steps. So they continued their game until I called them for dinner and hung their rackets up out of reach. Of course, Mrini has perfected the art of pulling up my computer table’s chair and standing on it to reach her racket, so that isn’t very effective anyway.
You never can tell with kids – they might be all enthusiastic about something one day, and then lose interest in it completely and move on to the next exciting activity the next day. I hope tennis is an activity they will continue to enjoy for a long time – it would be nice to be able to play with them as they grow up. And at least they do have a good court with a good coach nearby and they see Amit and me go there every day to play, so hopefully that will inspire them to continue. But even if they lose interest and move on to the next thing – it’s been fun watch them this far.