Hockey Mom Quilts
It's hockey season again. This is the 13th season of hockey for our family. Hard to believe the boys were once little mites who could barely skate, let alone hold a stick and understand what was happening on the ice! I've learned to really love the game - it's fast, graceful and physical. And sometimes scary. Injuries are common with our boys: split chins, cracked ribs, a concussion or two and big purple bruises.
Our oldest is pretty good. He's not a big guy, but he has what coaches call a "hockey head" and plays a physical and intelligent game. His plan after he graduates from high school this year is to play in the Juniors and then maybe get a scholarship to college. Fingers crossed. Our younger son, who's 16 in two weeks, loves to play. He's a different player than our oldest - his game is smooth and precise. He's not a quick player, but he plays his position well, doesn't get penalties and is usually in position to get the "garbage goals" that don't look very pretty, but still count.
Hockey is a lifestyle sport - you don't just sign up your kid and then drop them off at the local rink. Hockey parents usually sacrifice a lot of time and money for their kids to play. And the more talented they are, the more involved it gets. Travel is brutal and the expense is enormous. My family and friends have thought we were crazy all these years living this lifestyle, but the friends we've made, the time we've spend with our kids traveling and seeing every hockey rink in a 500 mile radius has been priceless to us. And to think it's almost over for our high school boys makes me pretty sad.