You know, some day I’ll stop being so damn sappy and mushy and sentimental on this blog. Someday I’ll just talk about ice conditions and hose adapters and weather forecasts. But I’m sorry, that day won’t be January 1, 2010. Because on the first day of this new decade, sometime between breakfast and the start of the Winter Classic at 1, my son took his first steps in hockey skates on our backyard rink. It was one of those moments that I dreamt about when the ultrasound tech said “It’s a boy.” One of those moments that is so big and awesome and incredible that I actually found myself mentally reflecting on the ramifications while it was happening. It was the ultimate dad moment, and something I will never ever forget.
January 1, 2010: The day I became a hockey father. Oh, and if the morning’s events weren’t enough, the Bruins won the Winter Classic in OT. On my lap for Marco Sturm’s overtime game-winner? My hockey son.
Joe – your post about your son skating for the first time made my wife cry – and that was just with me reading it to her. Congrats on the big day.
Ten seconds in and I was already melting and laughing out loud at the same time! This is just so precious. I love all the gear – it reminds me of A Christmas Story – you know, when the little guy was in the snowsuit and couldn’t move?
Thanks HW! The saddest part, for me, is that some of that gear is now too small for him. How quickly time flies, and how fleeting moments like this are. I’ll have to upload his latest skating videos. He’s improved so much in just one year.