I am pretty much a shadow of my former self. I don’t mean that in a negative way but since having children I do less for me and more for them. That’s parenting I know! We sacrifice our own pleasures to give them the opportunities of a lifetime. We dash from pillar to post cramming in dancing lessons, musical minis, football, swimming and messy church or whatever else is going on. We are pressured to fill the weekends with fun activities and not use screen time.
I thought my small pleasures were having a massage or a bath in peace yet I was missing out, although to be honest I didn’t really know it. A couple of weeks ago I wrote about Chloe being a bit like me afterall as a result a friend invitied me to come train with her and a bunch of other mums and women. They train and enjoy hockey without the Saturday matches. Like me most are too busy for that level of club commitment. Last Saturday, I knew I had run, I could feel it in my legs and bum cheeks!
In my pre children life I loved hockey, I played for school, district and at club level. My hockey stick bag was pretty much part of me, slung over my shoulder as I trekked to and from school. I trained several times a week and loved nothing more than being on the pitch. That is probably how old school friends would remember me.
Tonight it was hockey again and I had been looking forward to it all day. A reason to get out of the house, I missed the bedtime routine and taking Dyl to the school disco! Instead it was an hour for me!
Oh hockey how I have missed you these past 15 years. It feels natural, even if my beloved stick has failed me and disintegrated in my hands. The rubber informing me that 15 years sitting in a garage is not the optimum condition to keep it in. Chloe may have laughed at my shin pads, the ones I received for ‘most improved player’ at a hockey camp I was invited to aged 15! But for me it was fun – I found a little bit of me tonight!
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