Never in my life did I imagine I'd be a "hockey Mom" but I am. Around here they play inline hockey, and the game has been good for our active boys, despite my reluctance at first. All I could imagine was one of them coming home with a missing tooth. That was years ago and now I can safely say I've come to embrace it. The game gives them a chance to skate fast, play hard and strategize while I get my yaya's out cheering like a monkey behind the fence. Nothing like kids to teach us to let go.

Last night marked the end of the fall season and we celebrated with a potluck and yet another round of trophy collecting. The boys could play on and on, week after week, but I'm happy for the break. All that driving and evening practices were beginning to seem old. I'm looking forward to more home-cooked meals and evenings in.

Not much sewing done this week. DH is away and I'm managing our tribe as best as I can. I often wonder to myself, how do other mom's do it! One day at a time... sometimes one hour at a time is the answer. My daughter slept in daytime clothes last night. I've been a little behind on the laundry. It nearly broke my heart when I went in her room to wake her this morning, only to discover her fully dressed under the covers. She didn't mind though, she pointed out to me she was after all wearing clean clothes. Hmmm, good point.
Yes, indeed, children do teach us to let go.































