Do I measure a good day in terms of successful completion of all my
chores?! Do I measure it in the amount of sleep I got?! Is a good day a day of
quality time spent with the boys?!
Those are subjective questions that may never get adequate objective responses.
So, why bother?!
Last week, we did have a good
day. We got to see some demigods. Well if Hockey is a religion for some, Hockey
players are gods then!! For us Torontonians, the Leafs are Hockey gods and that
makes the Marlies the demigods of Hockey. The latter is whom we got to see.
Hans, on the other hand, even got to shake hands with all of them!!
I am not really a part of
this side of Hans' life. I get him ready for his hockey games, practices and hockey
school; but I rarely have time to watch Hans play a game. That is when I
schedule my tutoring. That also ensures that Craigley and Hans have an
exclusive dad and son time. It has worked out well for a season and a half now.
So when I do make an
appearance, nobody really knows me on the Hockey side of life. I am sure I look
out of place. Last Wednesday though, it was a special occasion! Craigley's and Hans' team
won a contest to practise with the Marlies. The parents went a little crazy and
bought tons of tickets to a Marlies' game scheduled for next month. The team
with the most tickets purchased got the once in a lifetime opportunity to be on
the ice with THE demigods of our city.
Hans was paired off with #44
and the guy was amazing with my little speechless #8. They did some fun drills.
The entire arena was literally electrified. Parents were screaming and children
were in awe. I got caught up in the moment as well. It didn't matter how many
times in the last 2 seasons, I wished that Hans could sleep in and how great it
would be to have a relaxing weekend morning! Hockey season is only about 6
months, but they are the months with shorter days and colder mornings. Some
days, it is a struggle for the boy himself and the dad as well. In spite of my
personal feelings, I get them both up and out of the door with their huge
Hockey bags. And last Wednesday, watching Hans play with the demigods put it
all into perspective.
Hockey is fundamentally
Canadian. For someone like Craigley, it is a religion and a passion. It is a
way of life. To share that with his child, one of his two children, is pure
joy. Hans has been very understanding and accommodating of his dad; however he came
into his own last Wednesday. He felt six feet tall and as if he was one of the
men.
As I am documenting that moment for Hans, he is playing Poole's
Nocturne on the Piano. He is as dramatic as one can get and I catch a glimpse
of the little boy that he truly is. And he is trying desperately to get out of
piano practice and doing a monologue about a sad boy who is stuck with a piano
pedal. I am sure Craigley is wondering somewhere in our home as to why I am
torturing his son?!
So, what is a good day?! Any day really...it almost always comes down
to perspective.
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