Yesterday, the Red Devils played their last spring league game.
Ball hockey season is short. Only ten weeks to hone their skills, come together as a team and play some stick and ball.
They had a good run, winning a little more than half of their games and having fun getting to know one another and their patient, supportive and motivating coaches (definitely a vast improvement over last year’s coaches who yelled and occasionally swore from the bench).
On the one hand, I’m happy to see the season end. Most weekends we’ve had a practice AND two or three games, playing at rinks nearly an hour’s drive from home, often smack dab in the middle of the day. Ball hockey season makes it hard to spend time together as a family.
I certainly won’t miss the smelly locker rooms, the stinky car rides home and the weekly fumigation of the gear bag.
(Or the parents who think that yelling and screaming at their children and the refs is the ticket to winning…)
I will, however, miss seeing my youngest son doing something physical for the sheer enjoyment of the sport. Pushing the limits of his body, not because he ‘needs to get off the computer and play outside‘ (as I’ll no doubt be reminding him daily for the next two months…), but because while he’s playing hockey, nothing else exists for him. Just the stick, the ball, the net and the next goal.
Imagine if we all had a sport or activity that we loved as much? (Although that’s how I feel about knitting, it doesn’t involve enough big muscle movement to qualify as exercise; alas)
Exercise wouldn’t seem like a chore, obesity wouldn’t be epidemic and getting in my 10 000 steps a day would feel more like a privilege than an obligation…
Perhaps it’s time that I laced up my shoes, learned a little stick handling and joined the boys in the back alley…
Do you join your children in their favourite sports activities?