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Tennis mother, I am….

It is 11:30 pm Friday night and I have officially become a tennis mom.  I just returned home from my daughter’s first tennis tournament — first round started at 8 pm, a 10 game proset, she won in a heartwrenching 10-8 victory.  Then we drove home from Armonk.  I just tucked her in.  What did I learn?  Here we go: 1. Tennis parents are crazy. These are 7 and 8 year old girls and we were behaving badly, the girls were fine.  One mother yelled at the Tournament Director about a bad call.  One dad was called out for coaching his daughter during a changeover (this is not allowed).  I was absolutely miserable and could barely watch the points - my heart raced, sweat was building, dry mouth and no appetite.  Really, seriously, what is wrong with me?  2. Little girls just want to have fun — watching my daughter race back and forth, run to pick up a ball, bound to the opposite side at changeovers was a true delight — who cares if she wins or loses (well, I did and I feel bad about that).  3. Finally, hats off to The Buppa who showed up with husband and three sons to route on my little girl — she was almost as nervous as I was.  Thank you Buppa — that meant alot to Carolyn and to me.  Tomorrow, we go back for round 2 — does anyone want to watch…..