Sunday morning, 7am. I was openly skeptical of the decision for Whit to play hockey, quite critical of the schedule (6am games on Sundays?) and demands, and basically not into the idea at all. I never thought I’d say this, then: I am so glad my son plays hockey. I even like the early morning games. On the Sundays that I take him, it’s just us, alone in the world, munching a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich as we drive through the rising dawn. I love it.
I’m going to have to take your word on this one!
There is nothing better in this world than to watch the determination and love he has for the game.
Love it!
I know that crazy feeling…when I’m driving my kids to ski races or early morning training, I love the family time.
I’m with Stacey … we’ll take your word for it. However, I do admire and GET the fierce adoration a mama feels for their offspring doing something meaningful … cool!
I’m just thinking the black team looks like its players are way bigger than the white team. : )
I love the image of you driving through the dawn with PB&J sandwiches to get to early morning games.
When my son played football, I had such a love/hate with it. Won’t go into the hate, but I loved (deeply deeply) watching him work at something he absolutely loves. I loved watching him fight for it. If he could find something else that gives him that, I’d get up at 6:00 AM on Sunday mornings, too.
When the games are at 6, we’re getting up at FIVE! xo