*FULL DISCLAIMER* THERE’S A GOOD CHANCE MY MOTHER MURDERS ME FOR USING THIS PICTURE BUT IT’S TOO FUNNY NOT TO USE IT
Alright guys, I’m going to start out by saying my mom absolutely hates the cold. Her best day is probably 85 degrees, sunny, breeze, while she’s on the trails riding her horse. This is almost the exact opposite of what it was like growing up playing hockey. My journey was a bit different in terms of play because while most kids grow up playing inside rinks, I started play hockey outside in Corinth, NY- the most blue collar town in Upstate NY. We would have like a practice a week and sometimes 2 games on weekends, outside, directly off of the Hudson River and Lake Sacandaga.
So on top of it being absolutely brick outside, the water provided
much needed wind, making attending one of these games like floating on a pool float in the middle of an ice age. Now, while most humans would say “NO, NEVER, NOT TODAY,” my mom made sure she would go to every single game. Sure, she’d have a heated blanket, a coffee (which I now suspect was spiked with some sort of alcohol), her iPod mini, and about 18 different sweatshirts on, but not only did she go, she never bitched once.
When you’re a kid you never really take the time to think “Hey, I wonder if my parents love coming to my youth sporting event.” Now that I’m older, I can look back at it and see how incredibly selfless these acts are. Have you ever been to a youth hockey game? I can think of literally thousands of other things I would rather do then watch 10 8 year olds fight over a puck while goalies fall over, but thats what hockey moms do. I don’t like waking up before 8am unless its absolutely necessary, but hockey moms across the world do it, in the frigid cold, with a smile on their face, just to make sure that their little campers can go out there and love one of the best sports in the world.
So if you’re reading this, give your mom a call. Let them know how much you appreciate all the time and effort they put in to helping you out through the years. Thank them for waking up, suffering through cold temperatures, spending thousands of dollars on hockey equipment- EVERYTHING. Without a hockey mom, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I couldn’t be more grateful.