I was never very sporty growing up. No one in my family was. I still loved the outdoors – fishing and camping, riding my bike. I learned how to ride horses while my brother played hockey and baseball. I never remember any of my friends playing sports. In fact, I don’t think I knew any girls who played sports back then – outside of school. Then I grew up and married a sporty guy. When we had kids they turned out to be sporty boys too – especially in hockey.
So in the spirit of if you can’t beat them, join them; I decided to give hockey a try. That summer I signed up for a skills camp and borrowed all the equipment I would need. I didn’t want to make that kind of financial investment in equipment if I didn’t like it, or worse – if I was awful.
When I finished my camp I signed up for a women’s league with a friend who had the same idea. She was equally as under-skilled as I. The league was a tier system based on level of ability so we could fit in with players of equal skills. To my surprise the league had 6 tiers with over 36 teams. I had no idea that many women played hockey.
The interesting part of starting hockey as an adult is that I understand my skills are limited, so I try to play smart. I learned how all the little things add up – keeping my stick on the ice, keeping two hands on my stick, talking to my teammates and being in position.
I have been playing for a couple of years now and love it. My skills are still limited, but I am trying to get better. I have met some wonderful women of all ages and backgrounds who have come together to join this in great game for many different reasons. We try hard and play competitively without losing the joy of the game.
Now, I watch my boy’s game differently now. I watch how they play their positions and look to see how I can improve. When the kids make a mistake, I can empathize that it looks easier than it is. I know that I’ll never have the skills that my kids have, as they have grown up on skates. But I do think it must be liberating to not have to think about skating or stopping because it is so natural. They can just focus on the game. It must feel like flying.
I am always touched at how positive and constructive my boys are when they cheer me on.
I like that I am a hockey player. I like that people are surprised that maybe I’m a little more rough and tumble than they thought. But really it’s just another way I can connect with my family. Luckily it turned out to be a great idea.