Dear Piper ~
Your hockey schedule is more intense than most of those in the NHL. I wish I were kidding, but I’m not. You play 6 out 7 days and have been doing this since September. Some nights, you come off one sheet of ice just to go straight to another. I thought you might be burnt out by now but you aren’t. Not even close. In fact when we do have a night off, you pace the house looking for something to do. I tell you to rest. Watch television. Put in a movie. You just can’t seem to relax.
You would hit the ice if you could, instead.
Your dedication this year has been unwavering. A true inspiration. You have not missed many games or practices despite your hectic schedule, being sick with a terrible cough that made exercise difficult for you and preparing for your Reconciliation and Eucharistic celebrations this year. You have remained so committed to your teams and dedicated to hockey this winter and I could not be prouder.
You know that my encouragement to you is that you continue to work hard. You drive hard every second of every shift on that ice. You rest on the bench only between those moments on your skates. You have to prove yourself every shift. Every game. It’s not up to anyone else, you have to go out there and work your hardest. That is how you will be your best.
Magoo, I love you and I will stand behind you and encourage you as you chase this passion of yours. And, if at the end of your Minor hockey career, you are done, it will have all been worth it. For you and for me. Every hour spent at the rink or in the car to get you there. Every minute of volunteer time. Every dollar spent on registrations, equipment and canteen food. Every moment spent together.
It is worth it.
Mama loves you, Magoo.
*picture by Sheila Helm – Shine Photography
“A boy said I skated like a girl.
I told him if he skated a little faster, he could too.”
Dear Davilyn ~
Each year that you play hockey, I don’t know how long we have. As we near the end, you start declaring that hockey isn’t your thing and that you don’t really like it. But I see this Hockey Doodle that goes out there and once her skates hit the ice, she goes. I see you digging at the goalie hoping to tip the puck into the net beyond the goalies pads, seconds before the whistle blows.
I see how much you beam when you have worked hard. Had a good game. So I never understand when you start to get bored with it and saying the skates will be retired next year. And, honestly, I can’t imagine it. You not playing. No Hockey Doodle in this house. I can’t see it.
So we will wait and see what the rest of the season will bring and whether or not your skates will hang for good come the spring.
I hope not because I love watching you play.
Mama loves you, Davilyn.
Last year you told us you wanted to be a goalie. When you had your chance, you spent your time in the net making snow angels and not paying attention to the game…. even when the game was happening in your crease!
This year you told us you wanted to be a goalie. Then you even started practicing with goalie pads on…. and soon you were using a goalie stick…
I’m not sure where this will take you but so far it’s been fun watching you stop pucks. Maybe by next year you will change your mind, but for now we are all having fun. You can’t wait to get out and play in your own Jamboree. Especially after watching your sisters play games time and time again. You are patiently waiting for your own turn.
I can’t wait to watch you in action!
Mama loves you Quinn.
Dear Piper ~
Hockey loving, TV watching, football carrying, skateboard trying, game playing girl.
We had a great Christmas and a nice break from school and running to the arenas. It’s been hard for us all to adjust back to school and work. Sleeping in and staying up late was so easy to adjust to. Going to bed and getting up early… not so much.
We are back to the grind though.
We had hockey pictures done the other night and watching you on the ice makes me so proud. I can’t believe how grown up you look and just how big being on those skates makes you look. You certainly are quickly growing out of “my little girl stage” and into “my young lady” stage. Over night. In the blink of an eye.
Mama loves you, Magoo.