Wednesday, 23 November 2011

We're hockey dads!

Very early on, George and I had decided that each boy would join an activity. Ideally separate from each other for two reasons:
Our boy at practice. 
1. They could meet other kids their own ages, especially since the boys are new to the area and would like to make some new friends
2. The two youngest have an unhealthy (in our opinion) need to do everything and agree with everything the oldest boy says and does.

We (and by "we" I mean "I") wanted to get the boys in Cubs. But because of their ages, they would be in the same pack. So we gave them all the option to pick one activity they wanted to do, plus Cubs.

The youngest picked Hip Hop. The middle picked Karate. And the oldest picked hockey. Yes, hockey. I think most Canadian parents would be tickled pink to have a kid in hockey. George and I, however, were really hoping hockey would not be chosen. And admittedly for selfish reasons. My goodness, do you have any idea how much hockey can take over a person's life? (And by person I mean parent.) There are practices, games, more practices, more games, fundraising, and more practices. From September through April!  And quite often at really ugly times. Like 7am on a Saturday. Plus, there are tournaments that are often so far away that parents are forced to pay for hotels out of their own pocket. Plus, the up front cost of registration and getting your kid in gear is crazy ridiculous. I know all this because we have watched our niece and nephew progress through their hockey leagues over the years.

Of course, there are lots of benefits to kids playing hockey. My niece and nephew both absolutely love hockey (it's always good to have a passion in life), they've made great friends and are getting lots of exercise.

So after lots of discussion, George and I decided to bite the bullet and register him in hockey anyway. Part of our rationale was that thankfully he didn't know how to skate so the first couple of years would be more about learning than actually playing real games.

Well guess what the little guy did? He got good!

So good, in fact, that the coach bumped him from level 1 after 1 week, then bumped him from level 2 to level 3 after 6 weeks. Now the coach tells us that he wants to get him into Atom (or maybe it's Novice) right after Christmas. Which means we'll become real friggen hockey parents driving him around to different towns for games and tournaments! Sleeping in on weekends is really over, isn't it?

Needless to say, we are incredibly proud of him. He couldn't even skate when he started! He is so happy, which makes us happy.

Oh, and about the Cubs. We couldn't register them because it conflicted with the Karate lessons.

Maybe next year!

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