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Being a hockey mom just BEGS to be written about so when my daughter strapped on the goalie pads, I picked up the pen. Now I blog rink-to-rink keeping the world of youth hockey real AND real funny.

Through the highs, the lows and the all consuming stink, follow me on my journey to get through each season. Us hockey parents have to stick together! 

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Nothing Like Throwing On Some Old Goalie Gear

Nothing Like Throwing On Some Old Goalie Gear

Me: "Let's go get you some new leg pads."

Goalie: "Ugh, why?

Me: "Well, let's see. They are two seasons old, missing the thigh pad thingies that velcro on and keep your thighs from getting all bruised up, the leather is wearing down and the hardware is getting stripped from screwing everything back together so often."

Goalie: "Ugh, ok."

After a very abbreviated trip to Behind The Mask, where she insisted on buying exactly the same pads she had before, I had to wonder why this was such a chore. Most of her player friends are thrilled when they get a new pair of gloves, new stick or new skates. Goalies are different I guess.

Of course they would be...sigh.

But why wouldn't she want a nice, new, crisp pair of leg pads? Or a new pair of skates? God knows the garage could use a fresh pair. 

I stopped wondering when I pulled out my jeans. 

I realized that the ones I liked the best were the pair that had seen a lot of miles and were so soft that they felt more like pj's than jeans. I could throw them on at a moment's notice and not worry that they would pinch in certain places or feel stiff on my legs. To quote Goldilocks, "They were JUST right!".

Was it the same for goalies? Did their beat up, barely hanging on leg pads and old, smelly skates feel as good as a pair of worn in jeans? So, I asked her.

"Yes, and it's such a hassle breaking everything in." Turns out, she liked the pads were worn in, the skates already molded to her feet as though everything was just an extension of her own body.  

Kind of like my jeans.

Hockey Mom Summer Book Club: Hockey Moms Aren't Crazy By Jody Anderson

Hockey Mom Summer Book Club: Hockey Moms Aren't Crazy By Jody Anderson

What Happens When Your Bestie's Kid Gets Cut From The Team

What Happens When Your Bestie's Kid Gets Cut From The Team