I remember that smell. I can’t even describe what it smells like, but it smells like my childhood: the smell of a hockey arena. I grew up a rink rat, I was on the ice 6 days a week, sometimes twice a day because I was a competitive figure skater. If I wasn’t practicing I was helping coach and if I wasn’t skating I was watching my younger brother’s hockey games. Not terribly long after Braden was born I couldn’t wait to put him in hockey and be a hockey mom. Fast forward over 5 years later, and we have ourselves a little Tykes hockey player!
I have fond memories of rambunctious hockey moms enthusiastically ringing cowbells at hockey tournaments, selling 50/50 tickets and working the local arena concession stands treating myself to some Fuzzy Peach candies too. My dad coaching on the bench, my mom yelling “two hands on your stick!” to my brother, and now I’m doing the same to my son. Well, I only yelled at him once…he is only 5, after all. (See proof of ecstatic Braden smiling during hockey with one hand on his stick!).
Braden enjoyed his first year of hockey and his skating improved tremendously. Next year our club is trying to get back in the minor hockey association so hopefully our Tykes team will be in a real league (this year we had 3 exhibition games) next year. Braden is getting very interested in watching Flames games with his Daddy, so maybe next year he will get to go to his very first NHL game!
Little brother loved watching hockey, but he’s also only 2 with a short attention span so he also just loved being at the rink and playing. Please enjoy this short video I made of Braden’s hockey games this year. He’s #12, the guy with one hand on his stick!