One of my kids recently took an interest in tennis. This is great, because I really like tennis. I’m not good at it, but I do enjoy it. So now we head down to our local tennis court when we have a spare 30 minutes and practise some quite-average-but-we’re-getting-better hitting of the ball over the net. I do most of the serving, hers are still pretty wild; and we keep it to ‘friendlies’. But more and more, the serves are returned and we get into a decent rally.
Just like a game of tennis between two amateurs, talking with teens can be a bit hit and miss. Some serves are received well, and back comes the ball right into your side of the court where you can give it an easy lob back without even having to run or dive. Other times the return has more punch; perhaps it heads for an awkward corner of the court, perhaps it gets tangled in the net, perhaps it’s even whacked on the full and the ball flies over the boundary fence and disappears into the long grass of the neighbouring paddock.
Wow, this tennis metaphor stretches further than I thought. But here’s the simple point – keep serving. Your serves won’t always result in a lovely satisfying rally, and sometimes they won’t be returned at all. But keep serving.