I found my serving shoulder again!

I was ready to carve out a new identity to myself and consider my serving years behind me. You said to me, why is that your identity, Mom? I had to think about it. It is like having a cutting knife, always in your pocket. It is like having a useful tool at your disposal always. I was internally searching for who I am, if I could never serve again? I know that I am a woman and a wife and a mother, etc. But that was with me before all of the other responsibilities and that part of my responsibilities has always given to me and never taken from me, except in the muscular pain sphere.

Recently, I have had to calculate how much pain am I willing to endure to get a serve in the court, with some power behind it. I don't like thinking like that. My knees are deteriorating, little by little and my shoulder had just become an excruciating part of my playing spot. I know that I can have fun doing something else, but I don't want to think that hard to find a fun thing to do and a little exercise at the same time. My positive adrenaline outweighs the fear that my knees will give out on me, in a pinch. I know that my pride will keep me on my feet, even if the pain is awful.

Your father and I went out to the courts this morning. It was overcast and not as hot as it has been this August. We decided to get out there for a few minutes before the roll of the day went over us. Errands and cleaning would have taken over the day. We carpe'd and siezed the part of the day that we could and it helped me see that my shoulder is back!

Look out Monfils!