So in our attempt to give Ella a well rounded summer camp experience, I enrolled her for tennis camp. Luckily there is one close to my work so I could easily drop off and pick up. Ella never took a real interest in sports so I figured she took after me in this area and never really thought much of it. Then my husband suggested after I signed her up for cheer camp, that we at least expose her to another activity that she could have a chance to make a career out of if she was good. He was skeptical with the whole cheer thing so I figure we’d give it a shot and have her try “a real sport”. Maybe she had outgrown her past history of running and tripping over her own feet and had some hidden athletic talent we hadn’t allowed her to develop yet!
With Ella in agreement to give this a shot, off we went to tennis camp. Part of the fee was to purchase a tennis racquet and she was excited about that on her first day when she arrived. I headed off to work and was optimistic about the whole thing. When I went to pick her up, she was laying on the chair. The coach indicated that due to the extremely hot day Ella didn’t participate for the whole session. I chalked it up to weather as we talked about her new racquet and how she wanted to get some tennis clothes. I figured why not so the next day we picked up some – I couldn’t resist as it looked pretty cute. The skirt didn’t fit and I couldn’t find anything smaller than a kids XS but at least she could wear the sweat bands, hat and top – she looked the part and was thrilled.
Now fully decked out, we headed back to tennis camp and Ella talked fondly about coach Owie so again I dropped her off with optimism. When I picked her up the second day, she indicated she didn’t feel well and as a result stayed indoors and coloured for the afternoon. Let’s just say that each day was a repeat of this – excitement about wearing the tennis gear and then spending half the day colouring! Tennis of all the camps was the most expensive and of course she spent most of the time that week inside colouring. I guess she at least gave the full week a shot and now my husband’s hope that maybe she was the next Serena Williams can be put to rest.
Although the racquet is collecting dust, the tennis outfit is still getting lots of wear. It all came down to being stylish in the outfit and I’m definitely not surprised. Well, here’s to hoping the other camps I’ve signed her up for don’t end up as a very expensive colouring session. She could have done that for half the price at the babysitters!
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