Saturday Mornings

So up and early and heading for Hockey. Yes Hockey, the national sport of Canada (lol). What does this mean for all the parents out there in hockeyland? Early mornings, endless tournaments, financial foreclosure to any and all sport equipment shops, hotels, etc. Yes Hockey...Fun Fun Fun.  Now, truth be told, my first son didn't care for it (yes, I did a little victory dance), but Bobby (my middle child) loves it. So far we have just enjoyed the recreation league, so there is hope for us yet. I listen to all the parents who's entire lives are wrapped around  one child's hockey and think "Are you serious?" All this time and money for what? Do all these parents truly believe that their child is the next Gretzky? Now don't get me wrong, I am all for physical activities for Children, and I do love to watch hockey (especially my sweet little boy, who in my eyes could kick Mike Fisher's butt on the ice). But it's the parents that are screaming at the kids and not in a positive way that makes my blood boil. It makes me want to go to their work, and spend the day yelling at them the whole time and see if they like it. What they don't realize is they are embarrassing themselves, and their children. Relax and enjoy this time, because it is highly unlikely all these kids are heading to the NHL, so enjoy it for what it is, remember those Saturday morning practices, and the camaraderie between parents in the stands with their mittens and hats, gripping their Timmies coffees (some with a splash of Baileys). These are good times.