Excuse my negativity, but the hotel is full of hockey teams today, and I am just the opposite of enthusiastic. If you break it down, I don’t really have much of a problem with Hockey Moms; hockey on its own is fine, I’m not the biggest fan but it’s not the worst sport to ever exist, and I like moms, moms are great, even individual hockey moms are usually pretty nice people and I have nothing against them, but there is something about the concept of Hockey Moms that I just can’t get on board with.
I want to avoid stereotypes and I certainly don’t want to say bad things about people, but I think it really comes down to the fact that you have to have some sort of interest in the sport you put your kids in. I care so little about hockey. Like I said, I don’t actively dislike it, but I just don’t care. I don’t know plays or hockey words or how to tell if a player is any good or not, they all look the same to me.
If I ever have kids I am going to give them a choice; dance, art, or soccer. If they pick soccer then I will convince my dad to coach their teams and they will be cute and it will be awesome.
(This is a side note that doesn’t have anything to do with sports, really, but I am not the kind of person to fantasize about having kids one day. That is never me. I do not think about what my kids will look like or what kind of mom I will be because I don’t really want kids and don’t necessarily know if I will be a good one and that scares me. So this concept; this wanting my kids to play soccer is a brand new development. I don’t know if this means that I am becoming more mature or if I am just buying in to social pressures. Maybe I will never know.)