5 Reasons You Are Not A Perfect Hockey Mom
First of all, perfection is overrated. It's boring and worse yet, it's not real. How many times have you met someone who you thought was perfect and ended up being a bigger train wreck than you could ever hope to be?
Dozens of times.
But in the youth hockey world you are told and most times shown what you SHOULD be. And I am the first one to tell you that I am not, nor will I ever be a perfect hockey mom. Let's examine what that might be a perfect hockey mom and why you might be one either!
You carpool hundreds of kids a season to and from practices and games. Nope. You may drive a Volkswagen or FIAT or something else that doesn't double as a bus. And you are lucky to get your kid and their gear to the rink. Carpooling is made even more challenging if you live in the opposite direction of everyone else.
You always volunteer to be the locker room mom. Nope. I have found that most kids, mine included, do not really want me anywhere near the locker room It makes it a lot harder for them to cuss and act like a badass when their mom is around. Plus it really stinks in there and I get enough of that walking in and out of my garage.
Snack duty is never a problem for you. Nope. Most parents have enough struggle planning meals that coincide with rink times much less worrying about feeding other people's kids. So, organic, vegan, peanut and gluten free cupcakes after practice? Ha! Right now they would be lucky to get a bag of potato chips and a sign to the water fountain from me.
You never gossip. This is a problem for the even the most perfect of perfect hockey moms because I've seen the most organic cupcake toting, impeccably outfitted for the rink, carpooling mama throw enough shade for an oak at practices.
Your kid's bag is always fully packed. Another one that's almost impossible to achieve. Stick tape, water bottles, socks, I've seen it all been bartered and traded in the locker room. No one remembers everything.
Have I made you feel better about yourself yet? Good.
Let's hear it for the non-Stepford hockey mom. Now kick back and eat those cupcakes that should have made it to the rink.