Wednesday, March 14, 2012


Last week was Cohen's last day of hockey for the year. It was quite a year. It started in October like this. Cohen cried every time we put him on the ice. He would throw his gloves off, or just lay there. He was frustrated because it was his first year skating and he was on the ice with a trainer. My hats are off to his coaches. There is no way I would have had the patience with a crying kid on the ice the way they did.

And it is because of that committment that Cohen, at the end of the year, was this guy. He can skate alone, get up by himself, and shoot a puck. In my opinion, he was the most improved player on his team. I know I am biased, but the growth he made in a few short months is amazing. 
That said, I don't want to grow up to be a hockey mom. Timbits is great because they don't have games, and they just work on skills, and then play some scrimmages amongst themselves. I am not looking forward to hours in an arena, driving to the ends of the province, (and other provinces for that matter), and the cost of new equipment every year. Hockey is a major committment from a family, and I only have a complete family half the year. I am certainly not going to discourage Cohen from playing, but he did tell me a couple of weeks ago that he is only going to play hockey until he is seven. Then he is going to start curling. (((SMILE)))

1 comment:

Kitchen Utensil said...

Love the pictures! He knows his way to his momma's heart :)