How it Went DownOn a sunny Autumn day five years ago, I didn't know that afternoon would change the course of our life. It was a Saturday and I was at my boys' last flag football game of the season. After the game I was chatting with a friend and she suggested that we attend a hockey open house. Her children played and she told me how fun it was for the kids. The open house was a chance to get information about the association's hockey program and to sign up...or as we call it, the brainwashing.
When I brought the idea up to the husband, he was less than thrilled. He is a numbers nerd and to him hockey was just a bunch of dollar signs. This was not like him, he is normally pretty laid back and usually is up for anything. But with this issue, his heels were GLUED to the ground and he was firm that his kids were NOT going to play hockey. Since we didn't come from hockey families, he thought he was home free.
I dragged him to the arena
*He should have gone the vacation route...it would have been cheaper in the long run.
|My mismatch boys in their first season|
The same guy who said his kids will play hockey over his dead body and would never participate in any hockey activities built a rink in our backyard the following year, is one of the most (cough, cough) "vocal" at games, and was coaching our 8 year daughter over breakfast this morning on how to perfect her wrist shot. Yep, he is now one of the craziest hockey dads out there.
Stay tuned for Part 2-A Hockey Mom is Born