Thursday, August 30, 2018

Hockey is our life

Hockey season is upon us and you know what that means? I get to pull out my hockey mom cheer squad gear and voice and hockey mom it up for the next 7-8months.  I am a huge hockey freak and my oldest and youngest son both dream of hockey sticks, pucks, and red lights. I have to admit that as much as I love being a regular old mom, I love being a hockey mom.  
Before anyone gets confused I want to clarify I am not that mom that screams insults, pushes her child with unrealistic expectations or dreams of NHL stardom for her child.  I'm happy if my boys go out and put their best effort into the game.  My hope is that finding a sport that he loves will teach him all about working hard as a team, making friends, having fun and believing in himself.  For that, I am willing to sit in dingy arenas freezing my ass off on the ice cold bleachers while drinking shitty coffee at an ungodly hour on Sunday morning yelling at my son to hustle.  
My littlest is still 1 year too little to start hockey so this year we are putting him into skating lessons.  He has been DYING to go on the ice like his biggest brother since he's pretty much been raised in an arena thanks to hockey and lacrosse so we figured our best move would be to get him to start skating in hopes that he will be able to skate really well when he moves into hockey.
It won't be long now until our lives are swallowed by hockey, in every form, in real life, on tv, video games, and floor hockey and I will love every minute of it.

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