Hockey Mom’s the Word
Or even Dads for that matter
Without Hockey Moms
Them is just the biological facts folks.
So we have this Day
Though a single 24-hour period in May hardly seems fitting
For all they do
To put moms on pedestals
And here I contend, Hockey Moms in particular
With which I’m most familiar and appreciative.
Like that’s not enough all on its own (from what I hear).
In the dead of February at 15 below
To get a Boy or Devil to practice.
Putting up with high strung Hockey Dads (guilty as charged)
Chattering at all hours of the night about…
The next game, tourney or season.
Buying a stick, or gloves or a helmet
Instead of a purse, or shoes or earrings.
Spending birthdays, anniversaries and even Mother’s Days
In those same cold, dark arenas.
In Windsor or Sudbury
Cuz New York and Paris are overrated.
Learning when it’s appropriate to scream “Back Door”
From the stands or at the TV.
Painstakingly removing name panels from jerseys
At season’s end for 12+ seasons.
Selfless…to a fault.
That’s what these Mommas do.
So raise a Cup (pun fully intended)
Of Timmies or Canadian
To Your Hockey Mom and Mine and His and Hers.
And not just, but especially, Today.
Happy Hockey Mom’s Day y’all.
We, that is I, certainly couldn’t do it without ya.