05/27/2026
She’s 14 now and I don’t take a single second of it for granted.
Is every moment perfect? No.
But I know what 14 can look like. I lived a version of it I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
Watching her move through this age, on the court, in the gym, in the car on the way home from a tournament at 11pm, supported, loved, sure of herself in everything she’s doing. It’s the strangest and most healing thing I’ve ever experienced.
I didn’t get the mother daughter relationship I wanted growing up. But I have it now. I’m just the mom this time.
Who knew that’s how the story would play out.