A Hockey Mom Prayer:
May I find the best route to the hockey arena in rush hour traffic.
May there not be any road closures, beginner drivers or other stressed out hockey parents in my path…
May The Boy/Girl have remembered all their equipment. May I hold my incredulous yell of frustration back when we’re running late and they tell me that they might have left their hockey gloves on the floor back home.
May I find the grace not to scream at an opposing player who has just elbowed my kid in the head.
May I find a spot in the arena that is actually under a working heater.
May I not get sick of Tim Horton’s coffee, bagels, sandwiches and Timbits in the next eight months.
May I try, for once, to just enjoy the game and not get stressed out and embarrass my kid by screaming in the third period “SKATE!!!!!!!”
May I have the right words to comfort and encourage them when he has a bad game and the exuberance to celebrate with him when they have a good one.
May I remember that they love this freezing, time-consuming, money-sucking sport and that they are a thing of beauty when they shoot the puck.
And, most of all, may I remember that their childhood is passing all too quickly and that, one day, I will actually miss the all the time we spent in the van hustling back and forth between arenas.
One day I will wish for that time back…so let me hold it in my memory as long as I can because it is flying away from me, faster than my kid
on hockey skates.