Parenting can be a challenging journey, especially when it comes to guiding our children through their interests and activities. My daughter has dabbled in various sports, from the usual suspects like soccer and swimming to the more unexpected choices like ice skating and tae kwon do. While she showed decent skill in each, nothing seemed to ignite a passion within her.
Initially, each new endeavor would spark excitement, but soon enough, coaxing her to attend practices turned into a struggle. I grappled with the idea of letting her quit—after all, shouldn’t I be teaching her the value of perseverance? Yet, I eventually conceded, realizing that it didn’t make sense to pour time and money into something she didn’t enjoy. Frankly, I was a quitter too; I dropped dance, gymnastics, and even basketball throughout my childhood. Like my daughter, I found more joy in books and academics than in sports, yet I turned out (mostly) just fine.
Throughout my early attempts at sports, I never developed a love for physical activity. I didn’t want my children to follow in my footsteps of fitness failure, so I kept introducing new options to my daughter, hoping to find her passion. About a year and a half ago, when she turned 10, we finally hit the jackpot: tennis. Her excitement inspired me to pick up the sport as well.
She advanced quickly through recreational classes and was invited to join the high-performance program. Meanwhile, I took private lessons and became good enough to serve as an alternate on the club’s doubles team. We invested in a ball caddy filled with pink tennis balls and practiced our serves together on our neighborhood court. Last summer, I took her to a local pro tournament, and I’ll never forget the joy in her eyes as she watched professional female players compete just a few feet away.
Her skills improved rapidly, and her coach frequently praised her progress. However, when it came to local tournaments, she consistently declined to participate. This spring, when registration for our YMCA’s tennis team opened, she reluctantly agreed to join but expressed dread about attending practices and even begged me not to push her to challenge other players for a higher ranking.
One day, her dad asked me if she truly enjoyed tennis. Although she always assured me she did, I began to question it. When I asked about her aspirations for playing tennis competitively, she mumbled a hesitant “maybe,” while avoiding eye contact. Around that time, she started experiencing stomachaches before lessons.
Concerned, I gently approached the subject again, suggesting we scale back her involvement in the high-performance program for the summer. She agreed but expressed disappointment. The stomachaches persisted, mysteriously disappearing shortly after practice ended.
I felt conflicted. On one hand, the tennis lessons were costly and didn’t fit well into our schedule. On the other hand, I wanted her to excel in something, especially since her little brother was thriving as a competitive gymnast. Plus, I cherished our shared interest in tennis.
As the deadline for fall session sign-ups approached, I brought up the topic once more. “Why do you want to continue with tennis?” I asked. She broke down in tears, confessing that she wanted to quit but felt guilty about the money I had spent, thinking quitting would mean all of it was wasted.
I tried to ignore the math in my head. The expenses for lessons, gear, and court shoes could have funded a lovely trip to Europe. I explained the idea of “sunk costs,” emphasizing that we shouldn’t continue investing time and money in something she didn’t love just because we had already invested in it. She sobbed uncontrollably. I handed her a tissue and reassured her that I was proud of her honesty.
That night, we made the decision to stop tennis. I felt a mix of relief and shock at her choice, though I framed it as a break to her and her coach. She might return to tennis someday, but if not, that’s perfectly fine with me. I want her to spend her time—and my resources—on activities that truly bring her joy.
I still wrestle with when it’s appropriate to encourage persistence and when to let go. The belief that one must “stick it out” has led me to stay in unhealthy relationships and unfulfilling jobs, and I don’t want that for my daughter. But, on the flip side, we can’t simply abandon ship when things get tough. What about that famous Vince Lombardi quote, “winners never quit and quitters never win”? No one wants their child labeled a quitter.
Yet, she certainly doesn’t quit everything. She’s a gifted musician, mastering three instruments without complaint during practice. She’s a dedicated student who manages her homework independently and an artistic talent who spends hours sketching. So she may not be a tennis player, and that’s completely okay.
I have maintained my requirement that she engage in some form of physical activity, and she has decided to try fencing next.
Anyone want to trade a tennis racket for an épée?
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In summary, I’ve learned that it’s essential to allow my daughter to pursue what she loves, even if it means stepping away from something we both initially thought she enjoyed. Encouraging her individuality and passion is what truly matters.
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