A Hockey Mom's Enduring Memories
This spring marked the end of an era, the end of a fun and interesting excursion called youth hockey. Our son Sean finished his second year as a Bantam Travel player, thus over a decade of memories on-ice and off-ice have been flooding, or perhaps icing over, in my mind.
So, fellow Hockey Moms and Dads…do you remember when... the first year he laced his own skates, then the time came when he said, “I can do it all by myself!”
|Sean as a Tyke|
We waited in line quite patiently for his skates to get sharpened. While waiting, we strategically planned the next time his skates needed sharpening, so we could be first in line at the hockey shop the second it opened. His first time he was checked, scary or what? The first clean check HE performed on another player, and you felt some strange satisfaction known as "payback." He’d forget a glove, a helmet, or a skate before a game...nothing major!! We boiled mouth guards for that "custom fit," which the kids all chew to smithereens anyway.
They played Knee hockey in the hotel hallways--until the security guard sent them away. Parents talked in the hotel hallways until the wee hours of the morning--until the security guard sent them away. The moms would plan carpools each week to and from practices and games, often a part-time job in itself but well worth the effort. Your first whiff of hockey equipment left you breathless. For some reason, the kids could never smell it. You visited the opponents’ towns so frequently, you could practically visit your favorite breakfast place and order “the usual.”
Your child may or may have not had a letter on his or her jersey one year or another, but you still had the extreme satisfaction knowing he was still a team leader.