These pictures kind of say it all, don't they? We had a very good weekend at our hockey tournament. A friend and his son watched one of the games with me, and he said it was more exciting than watching the Maple Leafs (NHL team) play. There's a lot to be said for watching a group of kids work together at the end of a long season. The teamwork; the individual progress in terms of physical skills; the learning; the decision making and strategy, those times when it all comes together.
I find myself still thinking about several happenings off the ice.
Yesterday Cal and I had to work to find a seat in a packed ice rink to watch a skills competition. The woman I squeezed in next to, I discovered, was the mother of a child who would shortly be racing against Abbott. She chatted with me, she shared skittles with Cal.
Throughout the tournament, my friend Denise, mother of our goalie, cheered whenever any goalie made a good save.
After our team won a nail-biter of a game this morning, a mother and a grandmother from the opposing team came over and congratulated our parent group. (This was a first, in three seasons of hockey. And I have never done that.)
The father of one of our players, who has terminal cancer and got out of the hospital yesterday, came in a wheelchair to cheer for a game. The boy's mother was there all weekend, supporting her son, in the stands, in the locker room before and afterwards, even as her husband hangs on by a thread.
Every single moment of our existence seems to contain something of courage, suffering, beauty, longing, joy, and everything in between.