This blog didn’t start as a project. It started as a feeling.
A feeling that our story – me and my son, Alex – might help others going through the same path. We are not champions yet. But we are fighting every single day: with training, with frustration, with nerves, with joy, and with dreams.
We didn’t grow up with tennis. We grew inside it. Day by day, match by match, through every emotion a child can feel on court – and every tear a mother hides behind the fence.
I’m not writing from the stands. I’m writing from my heart.
Here, we share what it really means to grow together as a mother and son, when sport becomes your language and love becomes your strength.
This is not a tutorial.
It’s a journey. One where you – the parent, the reader, the dreamer – might find yourself too.