About twice a week these days you can find me at the rink.


Walter is in the middle of his first season of hockey
and it's been quite the experience.
It's confusing and chaotic to parents who have never played the sport.
Terms like "dibs" and "jamboree" mean nothing to me.
But we're slowly learning and finding our way, and so is Walt.
When he started this season he could barely skate.
He looked uncomfortable under all that gear and he fell down so often that he'd come out of practice complaining that his butt hurt.
I didn't know if he'd want to keep playing.
But now two months later - he's jockeying to be the first player on the ice at every practice. He's gained so much confidence and what is most fun to watch
is how motivated he is to get better.
He tries so hard out there.
He still falls down, but he's quick to get back up and get after the puck.
He appears to have a strong competitive streak that comes from his father.
Adam and I had to quit playing Scrabble years ago
or we would have gotten divorced - but that's another story.
Today, I'll head to the rink for the third time this weekend
and I'll tell you what, I'll be genuinely happy to be there.
I love watching Walter do something he enjoys.
















