Day #1: Hockey Mom Life

Hockey season just ended again, and we are spent. My son, Brett, was a first year Pee Wee this season, playing for the Wonderland Wizards in Bridegport, CT. For those unfamiliar with hockey terminology, a Pee Wee is the term used for players between the ages of 11 and 12. My son has been ice skating and then playing hockey for most of his life. He started with skating lessons at barely 3, then participated in the obligatory, “learn to play” program, followed by Mites, Squirts, PeeWee’s…each level is a 2 year stop, a place to develop oneself on the ice with an ever changing team and coaching staff. The season always seems never ending at the beginning, daunting almost. It starts late August and typically ends in March, offering players and parents 6 intensely busy months to enjoy stinky locker rooms, endless hours in the car journeying to towns whose only landmark is their hockey rink, snacks and drinks ground into the car’s seats and spilled on the car mats, iPads needing a charge, and water bottles needing a refill. Hockey does not cancel because of inclement weather. We rather risk our lives driving at sunrise or sunset in flurries and blizzards to fulfill our children’s dreams. The end of the season culminates with State tournaments and is always full of mixed emotions. This season was my son’s happiest to date.

The transition out of the season is always challenging. We go from a 4 days a week schedule to nothing. My son is in a hockey hang over state of mind, bored, not knowing what to do or where to go except on the phone to text his team, seeking the connection that was made over the last 6 months.

There are so many stories that I will share this month about youth hockey. They will encapsulate life’s rollercoaster through the eyes of a hockey mom, and to capture the emotion of the season and all of its beauty, I will share a poem written last week by Brett.

Team by Brett

My hockey team,

A spark of light in a dim world.

The ice is a frozen palace of joy,

A shiny sanctuary,

Bringing us all together.

Unique as individuals,

United as one.

My hockey team.

More to come tomorrow…..

Published by umalizia

I am a K teacher! I’ve been teaching for 28 years, and I love 💕 working with kids. I also love watching my son, Brett grow up. He has made me a hockey mom!

5 thoughts on “Day #1: Hockey Mom Life

  1. Your piece is so perfect on so many levels! First, you and your son are sort of “trading places”. His busy season is finished and your busy month (of blogging) is just beginning. Like, who could have planned that? Second, you have spent so much time supporting your son in his passion and now you get to reflect on those moments, turning them into posts that reflect your shared passion. Because you do need to be passionate about hockey when you are a hockey mom! I love that you are framing your stories this way. You will always have them to look back on!

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  2. As I read your piece, I thought about the transition from teaching to summer mode…it’s hard at first. I hope you find your groove and enjoy some rest. It’s good to slow down.

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  3. Thank Brett for his poem. It is exquisite. “The ice is a frozen palace of joy.” is my favorite line! (And I typically whine about ice!

    What a great slice to start #SOLSC! I love this line of yours: “My son is in a hockey hang over state of mind, bored, not knowing what to do or where to go except on the phone to text his team, seeking the connection that was made over the last 6 months.” So descriptive.

    I can’t wait to learn more about hockey! You are off to such a strong start! Maybe you will have a book ready by the end of March. Anything is possible! ❤

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  4. Hi Ursula you did it! I love your piece. I have slept in the car, paid bills, in the car, done my teaching plans in the car, changed in the car, eaten in the car, and much more during sport season. I can hardly wait to hear more. PS Brett’s poem is beautiful!

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  5. I love this line… “My son is in a hockey hang over state of mind, bored, not knowing what to do or where to go except on the phone to text his team, seeking the connection that was made over the last 6 months.” I know exactly how he’s feeling.

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