Me: professional driver, water-bottle refiller, and motivational coach (for one small tennis star).

Between packing snacks, finding missing rackets, and trying to remember if it’s court 3 or court 4 this week — motherhood feels like a full-time logistics role with overtime in encouragement.

But then I watch her walk out onto that court, ponytail bouncing, racket in hand, confidence growing, and I remember why I love this chaos. Every missed serve, every giggle between drills, every “Mum, did you see that one?” makes it all worth it.

Parenting isn’t glamorous; it’s sweaty, messy, and somehow still the most beautiful thing. Because in between the runs to tennis, the snack runs, and the life runs, we’re teaching our kids to show up, try again, and laugh when it goes sideways.

So here’s to all the mums out there running on caffeine and love, courtside, car-side, or anywhere in between.