Our weekends are usually filled with hockey. Sanj does as much as possible but since he coaches many of the boys teams, I am usually covering drop off and pick up… etc. This ends up taking most of our Saturdays.
Today was one of those days. Tyler and Jordan’s team was in a tournament… so that was all day. As I went through my day… I felt like a great comparison of hockey is much like labour and child birth.
Laboring, breathing, being brave, wondering why the hell am I here, push, push, push… and then… as I get home, do all the things that need to be done… wait for it….
AWWWWWWWWWWW… my head barely touches the cool of my pillow and I feel my shoulders relaxing… just as the doctor catches the baby.
Hearing the calling of “MOMMY” after my head hits that pillow is much like the doctor pushing on your belly after the child is out… to get that placenta out.
They love hockey! Love it. Jordan has been moping around saying “I hate my life,” as his expression of missing this tournament.
I always pray that I see the play that they are reciting back to me in the car. “Did you see me mom… when I deeked that guy?”
What the heck is deeked???
So I will do the hockey mom thing… for many years to come as I will continue to pray that the vasectomy worked!