I am a hockey mom...and a proud one at that. My oldest son is 6, almost 7, and is a very gifted skater. Yes...I know that I'm a bit prejudice but I'm also more then willing to point out things he can improve on....in a nice way of course.
We have hockey every Wednesday and Sunday. Today was a hockey night for us...pick up dinner on the way, watch J skate, wait a half hour, and then watch T skate. It's a busy night but one that we enjoy.
I sat back tonight and really watched my son. We are coming to the end of the season and it's my time to really reflect on how much he's grown. My son jumps on to the ice...he doesn't step any more. It's a fluid motion, like diving into a pool. With a push of his leg, he quickly zooms down the ice. Gliding and swaying from side to side. He no longer comes to a gradual stop, but gives a hop and digs his blades into the ice...stopping on a dime.
He will occasionally grab a puck and skate with it around the ice towards the goal....casually taking the scenic route. Most of the time, you'll see him making tight circles on the ice...moving his blade from side to side. He'll hop over dividers like skate boarders doing tricks off ramps. But speed is his forte.
Today they raced across the ice, trying not to be tagged. My son is terribly competitive when it comes to being first. He could really care less about scoring more points then his teammates but he wants to be the first one on the ice and off. I watched my son strategically place himself next to another player. At the last minute, he leaned on his blade and veered past the player...leaving the poor other kid to get tagged. Like a bullet, my son shot past the other players...zig zagging a new path. I was in awe. Time and again, he maneuvered past the taggers with grace, precision, and determination
I can't help but be incredibly proud. I have a talented skater...but more then that, an incredible son who is compassionate, wise, and loving. Yet another day to give thanks.