I believe…

Timmies, Tantrums & TSN Prospects:  Chronicles of a Serendipitous Puck Mummy

I often wonder if our children have the slightest clue how much time we invest in them. At the risk of sounding like parents from the generations before us (“I remember walking uphill 5 miles both ways to school in raging snowstorms when I was a kid….) I don’t remember my parents driving me to and from activities every single day of the week and on a steady go basis on the weekend.  We all know I spent no time in a hockey rink as a kid, so perhaps my experience is not a fair comparison.  However, I have friends who tell me they were generally responsible for getting themselves to hockey practices and games – typically scheduled once or twice a week.  Their parents were nowhere near the rink – not even for games!

This weekend, Gabi is back and forth to the rink four times.  She is in training for the NHL in case you didn’t know.  Why else would a seven-year old have 4 hours of ice time in less than 36 hours? (I write this at the end of a long weekend – I might be a bit testy….)   Noah has been on the ice every night this week, so he is having some off time, except for his dryland training on Sunday morning.  As I am the only adult in the house this weekend with a driver’s license, I am spending a lot of time on the road this weekend…   All of this information is only relevant as background to my encounter with Santa Claus yesterday.

Gabi and I were grabbing a quick bite at a local Quinpool fast food eatery when she spied “Santa!”.  He came to us before she could get to him and asked if she had been a good girl this year.  You all know the answer – she is no stupid kid!  He then turned to me with the same question (oh Santa, how long have you got…!)  But before I had a chance to answer, Gabi responded “She has been excellent all year round!  She takes us to every single hockey practice and game – she is definitely a good girl”.

I can’t tell you how much of a smile that brought a smile to my face – I believe my kids may just get it.  Now I just hope Santa rewards me for my good girl status!

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