Saturday, January 28, 2012

Senior Night for Evan's Hockey Team

I wear lipstick, but I'm not much of a bulldog....nonetheless I am a Hockey Mom.
And tonight will be a bittersweet memory, mostly sweet.
My Evan, whom I am sure was born only last year, is a Senior In High School. Needless to say, I am traumatized. We went through a Senior Year Syndrome with Ian, and let's just say I Barely Survived. So, naturally, having a Senior Night recognition for Evan and his hockey team was most unwelcome. (You see, I am comforting myself with a harmless little delusion: that Evan isn't really going to graduate and then Leave Home and Go Away To College in August. And if I were to face that reality, I would comfort myself by remembering that after all, August is about 6 years away, right?) So, secure in the knowledge that Sr. Nt. wasn't really happening, I was only playing along with the other HMs (Hockey Moms) when I put together a collage poster for display at the rink tonight during the game. OK, so I wouldn't go to the pre-arranged evening a week and a half ago, and put off selecting pics 'til this morning, and so spent 5 hours choosing pics, printing and enlarging them, finding hockey clip art, cropping, trimming, and mounting the pics, and sending Jeff off to Staples to have it laminated. I loved it and hated it all at once. Now, I can't stop looking at it.
The other element of bitter among the sweet is that my big, strong athlete has been sitting out games for the last 5 and a half weeks, since he broke his wrist (the cast is pictured in the poster collage above). So he wasn't able to play....not for 11 more days (but who's counting).
That is he on the far left watching the game with the JV players in the pic below.
And the game --- what a nailbiter! No score until toward the end of the 1st period. Our amazing goalie got a glove on the puck, didn't stop it. Then at the end of the 2nd period, we finally answered, but the puck didn't go over the line before the buzzer and therefore didn't count. So we started the 3rd period down 1-0. The whole 3rd period was timeouts, power plays and penalty kills and no score until 5.8 seconds to go, we tied it up with a scrappy shot right in close to the goal. And so 8 minutes of overtime was put on the clock and those tired boys fought to a sudden death win.
It's way more fun to win, especially on Senior Night. And it's all the sweeter when both goals (all 3 if you count the one that was too late) were scored by Seniors. And that I and the other Sr. HMs watched the whole game wearing our sons' away-game jerseys. You know how close you feel to someone you love when you wrap one of his garments around you. Maybe tonight has taken some of the edge off some of the "Senior Moments" to come in the next few months.
Excuse me while I go change; I think I'll put on something of Ian's.


acorn hollow said...

senior year oh how I remember it. that is when they are trying to become completely independent and not making very good decisions at times. It is all the growning process and getting ready to go away to college. So glad you had a wonderful night to remember.

Mainah said...

It IS a bittersweet time. Enjoy the days. I barely remember the days of my sons' senior years. They weren't in HS sports, so it just happened in June before I knew what hit me. Then, though, when the first one gets married...all this week I wore a fleece that Erik left behind...

Lorrie said...

Those Senior years are tough ones. But then life moves on and we adjust. And other joys and challenges come along.

Lynn said...

Sounds like you've got lots to be proud of and though the years fly by, our boys will always need their mamas. Mine is 24 and still a big hugger and friend. Different relationship than when he was in HS, but good, nonetheless. And thanks for your prayers for Judy. Your message was so dear to me and she visited Cottage and Creek and was SO touched by reading all the comments. We're emailing back and forth and I'm so honored to be able to comfort her even just a little bit.

Liz @ the Brambleberry Cottage said...

My heart goes out to you! Time never seems to move any faster than when our children are preparing to leave home. My son has been on his own for nine years now...and my daughter for seven. And to this day, I often wish I could turn back the clock. ;)

Liz @ The Brambleberry Cottage

Can do mom said...

Oh Wendy, I feel your pain. My children are growing up on warp speed it seems.

My oldest daughter is about to turn 19, our middle daughter just turned 16 and our baby boy is 12.

My girls have grown into lovely young ladies and are now both attracting (too much!) attention from young men even though they don't actively seek it. My poor husband is going to have his hands full as he gives any young man with intentions "the talk". We can't bury our head in the sand however... Our children are growing up and need our love, prayers and guidance. You CAN do it and I will do it, too. :)

Hugs to you!