It takes a special kind of woman to be both a hockey mom and a fan. The obligation, dedication, utter insanity and sacrifice it takes to get you and your player through each and every hockey season is something to be revered.
Do you qualify?
– You haul around “rink clothes” (hoodies, boots and jeans) in the back of your car, even in 115 degree heat
– Your child doesn’t have a name anymore, you refer to them by position “my goalie”
– As is turns out, YOU don’t have a name anymore either…you are the “goalie’s mom”
– Free time is the hour the team is on the ice practicing
– A missing person’s report has been filed by one or more of your non-hockey friends during the months of August thru March
– You have formed an immunity to frostbite, equipment odor and locker room bathroom humor
– You won’t spend $50 on a purse but will fork over hundreds on goalie pads and skates
– Ushers and security personnel at ANY rink in town know you by first name
– You have the ability to tape a stick, buckle a pad and carry on a conversation with the coach, simultaneously
– The year is blocked out in two distinct seasons, “hockey season” and “pre-season”
– You planned your wedding and honeymoon around tournaments and your favorite NHL team’s schedule
– You may not have driven the zamboni… but you have ridden around on one, during a home opener, in front of thousands of people
–Date night is nachos and coffee at the concession stand at the rink – Stanley Cup Finals rank as a national holiday in your household (although your boss doesn’t seem to think so)
–All of your new car purchases have been dependent on whether that bag and stick will fit