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.
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I’m going to have to take your word on this one!
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There is nothing better in this world than to watch the determination and love he has for the game.
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Love it!
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I know that crazy feeling…when I’m driving my kids to ski races or early morning training, I love the family time.
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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!
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I’m just thinking the black team looks like its players are way bigger than the white team. : )
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I love the image of you driving through the dawn with PB&J sandwiches to get to early morning games.
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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.
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February 6th, 2013 at 2:45 pm
When the games are at 6, we’re getting up at FIVE! xo
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