And So It Begins

I registered The Boy in the hockey program last night.

When he was about 18 months old, we attended a hockey game. He was enthralled. He watched it intently - and I know you are all thinking, just how intently can an 18 month old watch anything? You'd be surprised. He was speaking very well by then, and he loved it. We went to a few more games in the next months, and he was hooked.

It took me almost six months to find a skating coach for him. There were public programs available, but he was too young. The only person to call me back was a female figure skating coach. She said she wanted a session with him to evaluate how well he could listen and communicate. After that 20 minute session, we had weekly lessons on the ice for a year. But, he wasn't old enough to play.

So, we practiced. And practiced. And practiced. In the kitchen. On the patio. On the frozen ice pond by our house when weather permitted. We house a teenaged hockey player during the season, and we attend every game. His interest has never waned.

Finally, he's old enough to play. He is SO excited.

My little boy is growing up. Fast.