WELL...Certainly NOT ME!!
I'm back, baby. So sit back, and get ready for more from CRAZY ROAD~
This particular story is written per the encouragement of my wonderful son, Nick.
Not only is he smart, handsome, athletic, kind, funny, generous and understanding...he is also FORGIVING...because living with a crazy Mama like me can't be easy...
So I'll start by saying, I am not a big Hockey Fan...
However, it is the sport Nick has chosen as his "number one."
I did not grow up around hockey. Therefore, I do not understand it. I will go so far to say that I don't even like watching it.
But, Nick likes it, and along with other circumstances, Nick is INVOLVED in hockey.
It is a time consuming, expensive sport that requires lots of dedication, lots of travel, and LOTS of moo-lah.
That being said, I want to make sure that~
A) HE REALLY LIKES PLAYING. Not just likes his buddies that play, or the social part, or the cool uniform...
B)He plays to the best of his ability. I don't need him to be the star, but I want him to always do his best.
Which brings me to his game this week.
He has been playing for about 7 years now.
His dad is really an amazing player(I'll give him that), and has coached Nicks teams since he was a toddler. It really is a must, since it's tricky for me to travel out of town with the little ones, and try to get them to sit in a freezing cold rink in the middle of summer(or winter, for that matter, but that's just me...)
So I haven't been to too many summer hockey games.
I try to like it...I REAAAAALLLLLY do. But going to a hockey game when it is 90 degrees outside somehow feels...I don't know...OFF.
But his dad couldn't make this particular game, and I would never let it happen that at least one of us weren't there for him...I mean, hockey isn't my favorite sport, but my children, and their happiness, are my LIFE! So off we went...me, my mom, my niece and Nick...on a hot summer afternoon...to Augusta...to watch...hockey.
If you didn't know this already, ice rinks "steam" up in the dead of summer, making it almost impossible to see through the "boards." So, in order to watch the game, we had to go pretty high up on the bleachers, to see over the glass. (This will be a good part of my excuse for what you are about to read...)
The teams came out...our team was clearly out-manned. The other team looked like they might have been semi-pro...in fact, I think I saw their center driving the truck that passed me on the way in...not sure...
Like I said, the team came out...I noticed some really good skaters...and some really, unfortunately wobbly skaters...and some just looked like they were napping right there on the ice...
I pointed out Nick to my mom and niece...Hmmm, I thought...Was he feeling well? He looked tired, and SA-LOW.
I will NEVER be a screaming parent at sporting events. I will cheer encouragement. I just miiiight point out a bad call by a ref/ump/whatever. But I will never yell at my child during a game. You see, I am certainly not a participant of sports. I fear confrontation and the thought of losing a game, even Connect Four, makes me queasy. So I will never criticize an athlete.
He plays like the kid that I watched PAINFULLY through the entire game.
What was he doing out there?
Our poor goaley was getting peppered...shot-after-shot...the score went from 3 to 5 to 8 to ZIP before they stopped counting goals. We had no defense!
I was so frustrated watching my kid.
Years of practice. Schedule manipulating. Dinners at 4 or 8. Practices in snowstorms. MUNEEEEEEEEEE.
Parents arguing. And for WHAT?
A kid who clearly, even from an icy distance, did not want to be there. A kid that did not "show up" for his team.
After the game mercifully came to an end, the fans from our side tromped out to the lobby, to wait for our "Bears."
I even mentioned to another mom that I was frustrated that my son really didn't play well...he sure didn't give it his best.
Then Nick came out, smiling as usual.
"Jeez, Nick...do you feel sick or something?" I asked.
"No! I feel fine!"
"Well what the heck happened out there?"
"What do you mean? You don't think I played well?"
"Honestly? No! I don't! I watched you dope up and down the ice and let your goalie get slaughtered..."
I went on...
He was pissed.
I should have stopped. But he argued that he thought he played well, considering the other team was so much more experienced...
Our conversation continued.
It really should have stopped. Given that I really am not an expert in the game, and the only time I ever tried to play was during a parent-player game...and let's just say I screamed like a baby the whole time I was on the ice. Nobody would skate near me...I was like a Ban-Shee with a pink hockey helmet.
I made a comment about watching number ** "zombie out" when Nick interrupted...
"I'm number 12."
I slammed on the brakes.
"I'm number 12. Not **."
I almost drove off the road.
You mean I watched the wrong KID?
THE ENTIRE GAME?!??$$?@?#???
"I thought you were number **! You've ALWAYS been number **!"
"Not in summer hockey. You watched the wrong dude."
Not only had I just spent the better part of the afternoon watching a game I clearly don't understand, in a freezing, foggy ice arena...but I didn't even see my kid play!
"Do you still think I had a bad game?" He was actually laughing.
"I am soooooo sorrrrrrrrrrrrryyyy...."
My son is so forgiving of me. Thank Goodness.
It is a moment I'll never forget.
I know he won't forget either...at least until he gets that new DS game that I promised him...
So, I won't be getting the Mother of the Year Award yet again...But...I learned more valuable lessons on parenting.
Sometimes its tough balancing life...kids, work, school, sports...
Its okay to make some mistakes...We HAVE to! But find a laugh in it, learn a bit from it...and move on.
And remember to make sure you know what number your kid has on his sport jersey. You wouldn't want to miss anything...
Thanks For Reading...