I may well be one of the very few Canadian born people who does not like hockey. No kidding. It's like when God made us and said "Hmm, this one will be Canadian and she shall love hockey!" With me He just said "This one is Canadian but she'll be weird and have no use for hockey - making her the embarrassment of a nation!"
Okay, that might be a bit dramatic. Besides, we have Celine Dion - me not liking hockey really pales in comparison.
My first two children are daughters and while it's not unheard of for girls to play hockey - even my tomboy daughter is not interested.
Then came Connor.
I promise you this was not our doing. I don't watch hockey. Sean likes hockey but he doesn't watch it. He watches Top Gear. And F1 Racing. And frankly, if Connor told me he wanted to be a racecar driver I'd be over the moon. I can watch that. But hockey?
Over the past few months he's talked a lot about hockey. This friend plays hockey. That friend plays hockey.
Alright kid, I get it. You want to play hockey.
So when the time game to sign him up for an activity I gave him a choice..."Connor, do you want to join baseball again??... or do you want to play hockey?
Back in the day - BK (before kids) Sean and I used to go down to Nathan Phillips Square in the winter and skate. It was fun. Then Emily was born and I haven't been on skates since. (Maybe once or twice - and roller skates but that's not really the same as ice skates)
Let's also factor in an extra 40 lbs since Emily was born and 3 kids (any mother will tell you - your feet change drastically after kids) and well - those damned skinny-footed girly figure skates just didn't fit my big ole fat feet very well. I'd have been more comfortable in 6 inch stilettos
Last night we took Connor to his first 'Learn to Skate' program. It's a parent and child program so Sean or I have to be on the ice with him. My turn was yesterday - Sean will go next week.
He learned to stand up on his own on the ice after falling (which was helpful since I wasn't so steady myself) He tried skating alone (with minimal success)
And then they gave him a hockey stick and a puck and it was like Wayne Gretzky was in front of me.
Alright, not really but the stick and puck gave him some incentive to really try to stand up and skate and he LOVED it.
He loved hockey.
.....and God said, "This one shall be Canadian and LOVE hockey...just to stick it to his mom."