Can you hear that? That silence brought on by the start of the new hockey season? I have tired kids and it’s a beautiful thing. So far, we’re up to 9 hours of rink time for the season. And things really start to get hairy next weekend when we have all three onto the regular schedule.
And somehow we need to fit a visit in to our fall fair. I fear if we don’t go, we might be shunned by our lovely community. Just cant run the risk. So somewhere between the six hours at the rink on Saturday and Sunday, we need to get that fit in. Oh, and I have girls night on Saturday. Huh. Busy weekend for me.
Par for the course, as it turns out. In talking to my friends, I’m reminded that there are a few things that I’ve learned along the way that I wouldn’t have learned if we hadn’t been involved in hockey.
- How to tie skates just right. While I know that figure skaters and speed skaters parents also do this, I can get skates tied in less than a minute thanks to three boys in hockey. And they’ll be tied just right. I also know the difference between waxed and unwaxed laces. I’m sure that skill will be necessary somewhere along the way.
- Where the “good” coffee place is on the way to the rink. And which rinks don’t have coffee places along the way. No coffee on the way means coffee needs to come from home. Because no coffee at all is not an option.
- Sometimes watching your kid on the ice is painful. Take for example this weekend: Boy #1 sat on the ice for a good few minutes. Until I couldn’t take it anymore and had HockeyDad yell at him. I still don’t have a voice or it would have been me. We may not care what level of hockey they play, but we do care that they are on their skates when they are on the ice. Sometimes they just need a reminder.
- I know the difference between tripping and slashing. As well as the difference between icing and offside. This mom speaks fluent hockey. Go me!
- Which hockey rinks are colder inside than the temperature is outside. There is one rink that we occasionally have to use that is the bane of my existence. It is beyond freezing and after three years of hockey just being at that rink makes me cranky.
- Which side of the stands to sit on based on the team’s jersey colour. Last year the key to remember was “green means Guest”. Works for us.
- The chaotic roller coaster that is hockey evaluations. I don’t like roller coaster. Real or emotional. So hockey evaluations are emotionally trying at best. We always survive unscathed, but it takes me a week to recover.
- The art form that is scheduling life around hockey practices and games. Believe it or not, I actually attempt to have a life and foster an active social life in my children that doesn’t revolve around hockey. Some weeks I’m more successful at it than others. But I try.
- I know which rink attendants will turn on the heat and exactly how to ask. “Would you mind turning on the heaters on the east side of the rink on the north end, please?” For the record, this is the only time I ever use the points of a compass for directions. Doing so at any other time would get me irretrievably lost.
- The blissful quiet that is my house after a full day of hockey. There is nothing quite like it.
Now, let’s be honest. Its highly doubful any of this knowledge is necessary outside of hockey. Other than the one about the good coffee shops. Because coffee = life. But in the rink? I am a rockstar.
See you at the rink.