Wordless wednesday – goslings
Willy started playing hockey about ten years ago. He’d played a little bit as a child, but basically started from scratch. His first team was a beer league team in the Bell Sensplex league. Made up of a group of friends from work, and when they started out, they were pretty awful. It’s not that they were bad players, they just didn’t gel together as a team for a while. I’ll never forget one of their early games, where the opponent’s goalie was a late cancellation. They were forced to play the game without a goalie, and the final score was 15-1. For the goalie-less team. With that one goal, they might have left with their dignity intact, but I am pretty sure that that game cemented their place in the lowest tier in the league. To add insult to injury, not only was I in the stands watching, so was Willy’s mum.
The team has gotten better over the years. They have moved up in the league, and have even won their division on occasion… Willy is one of only two original members of the team, which likely has a little bit to do with their more recent success. He has had to miss a fair bit over the last two years, but still plays as much as he can.
We’ve both gotten used to the scheduling of his games. Well, most of his games. Beer leagues often get all the late night ice, so it is not uncommon for at least half of his games to start after 10:00PM. It’s not ideal, but workable. The problem is that the team has clearly ticked off the schedule maker, as they ALWAYS have a game on the holiday. Labour day, Thanksgiving, Hallowe’en, Easter, St. Patrick’s day, Mother’s day… they have played on all of them over the last few years. It’s not so much the date, as the time that the games were scheduled. Mother’s day game at the lils bedtime, Hallowe’en during prime trick’or’treating time, St. Patrick’s day at any time after 10:00AM, the scheduling interferes with the intended activity of the day, every time. As I planned the month of June, I peeked at the hockey schedule, and sure enough, there is a game in the middle of the afternoon on Father’s day, at prime barbequing time. Shafted again.
Wordless wednesday – tiptoe through the tulips
Why not today?
Over the last few days, I have noticed that the bunnies, new and old, have become very active in my neighbourhood. We see at least one every time that we are outside, but most often there are two or three at a time, munching on clover or playing in the dandelions. I’ve been wanting snap some shots of them, but it seems that I am either without my camera or with Goose, who likes to chase the bunnies to make them hop.
As I stepped outside tonight, a bunny ran by me and down the side of the house. I followed, and it turned out that there were three baby bunnies running around in the back yard, so I waiting until they got comfortable with me in their space. The bunnies kept getting closer (one even stepped on my foot!), so I took out my phone, and snapped a few shots with my phone while they played.
I wasn’t entirely happy with the pictures, so I went inside and got my camera. It’s something that I have been doing more and more lately, grabbing my camera and going out looking for pictures. Actively taking pictures that aren’t from an event, or because someone asked me to document something, or I needed to record a milestone. Pictures for fun, pictures for me. I have been toying with starting a 365 again too. This seemed like a good day to start.
Wordless wednesday – soccer mom
A house divided
As we settled in to watch the first period of the hockey game tonight, Goose climbed into her favourite spot on my lap. We’d all been excited for this game to start, so started watching even though Willy wasn’t home yet. It had barely begun when she started to confidently chant, “Go Pens go, go Pens go!” I’d been expecting it since it was decided that Ottawa would be playing Pittsburgh in the second round, but it still so foreign.
Goose has been a Senators fan her whole life, and a Penguins fan since we returned from India. Her love of the Sens comes from the exposure in the house and in the city; it’s hard not to like a team when they are all you have ever known. We figure that her love of the Pens has something to do with the fact that her Uncle DW is a fan, a little to do with Sidney Crosby, and a lot with the fact that Penguins are her favourite animal. She cheers for the Sens most days, but if you ask her who her favourite team is, she will tell you that it is the Pittsburgh Penguins
I grew up in a house that was divided by hockey loyalties. My Dad was a Leafs fan, and my Mom supported the Canadians. I sided with the Habs, and had many a spirited discourse over which team was better with my Dad. I won most of those conversations, though the Saturday before he passed away, Dad sat up and watched the Leafs beat the Canadians. The score was lopsided, yet he stayed up right to the end, loving what he saw and rubbing it in to me. I felt the losses to the Leafs harder than any other, and loved to beat the Leafs a little more than any other team. I know what it can be like to cheer for the other team.
Goose is young, and could likely be convinced to cheer for the Sens if we wanted to try. We won’t though, and could not be prouder of how she has stuck to her team, even with intense pressure from her brother. I want her to make her own choice, and will do my best not to influence her, even when her team plays mine over the next couple of weeks. She has wavered a bit, but keeps coming back to the Pens. A supportive note, sent by her Uncle this afternoon helped to give her a little more confidence. So she chants and cheers, and expects the Pens to win the series. She has even started lobbying her father to start cheering for her team, if not now, when the series is over.
Whatever the result, I suspect that our early morning cuddles while watching the highlights are on hiatus for the next while…
Mother’s day musings
Yesterday was just an ordinary day for me, even though it was Mother’s Day. I woke early with the lils while Willy slept in. He still needs tonnes of rest following his surgery, so we snuck downstairs and I made their breakfast, then breakfast in bed for my mom, before moving on to the cleaning and laundry that needed to be done. We then headed to an awesome brunch hosted by my brother-in-law and niece, before we returned home to more normal. Play, tidy, cook, clean, then bedtime. At this minute, we aren’t in any place to be able to celebrate Mother’s Day by lavishing attention on me, but I understand that, and care more about getting Willy back to 100% than anything else.
As much as my day was less than ideal, I am grateful for all that Willy and the lils bring to my life. I also know that Mother’s Day is always hard for some people. Among my friends, there are those who are estranged from their mothers and/or children, who have lost their mother, their mother-in-law, or one or more of their children. There are also those who desperately want to be mothers, but for whatever cruel reason they are unable to have children. For these women, and many more, yesterday is not just about celebrating. For some it is not about celebrating at all.
With this in my mind, I popped online in the morning, and was surprised by two messages that I saw recurring in my feeds. The first was a call to honour women who are childless by choice, as they should not be forgotten. This made me pause, as yesterday was not Women’s day, it was Mother’s Day, and women who are self-declared to be childless by choice have decided that they don’t want to be mothers. Why, then, should they be included? Would they even want to be??
The second was the inclusion of single parent dads in the celebrations for Mother’s Day. Don’t get me wrong, I have all the respect in the world for single parents. Quite frankly, I have no idea how they do all that they do for their children without the help and support of a partner. It amazes me. I am stuck, however, by the notion that fathers should be honoured on Mother’s Day. There are a number of reasons why this is wrong; the most glaring of these is that single fathers are honoured. On FATHER’S DAY.
So please, just let it go. Mother’s Day is for honouring motherhood. Sometimes it’s just not your day.
Holding my breath
I have spent much of the last week feeling like I am holding my breath, all in knots. It’s the week that I have been dreading since the dates fell into place, the week that both Woo and Willy had surgery. I am a worrier by nature, so to surgeries meant it hit me doubly hard this time. By Thursday, the day before Woo’s surgery, I was a grumpy and overtired mess.
Woo was getting a tooth pulled. One of his molars was fused to the jawbone and had not erupted. This was starting to cause him some discomfort, and could lead to big issues with jaw development moving forward, so it needed to come out. I know it’s a pretty routine surgery, but I was still anxious. It was such a nice and comforting surprise to see one of my good friends in the waiting room when we arrived at the surgery centre on Friday. Her daughter was having surgery right before Woo, and even though she was feeling many of the same things that I was feeling, her presence both calmed me and distracted me. Still, one of the hardest things that I have had to do was hold Woo as they put him under, then be directed to walk away, leaving him so small and vulnerable on the operating table. I might have shed a tear or two.
Thankfully the surgery was fast and uneventful. By the time that Willy arrived from walking Goose to school, they were calling me back to sit and cuddle him in recovery. We were able to take him home shortly after, and he spent the day lounging on the couch, spoiled rotten. He amazed me in his ability to bounce back. He never once complained of pain, and dove right into his normal routine, heading to the park to play soccer on Saturday morning.
We were allowed a brief sigh of relief before we started to prep for Willy’s surgery today. He had a stapedectomy, an operation that will hopefully restore the hearing in his right ear. He had this operation performed on his left ear in early 2009, and although he is very sensitive to loud noises now, he can thankfully hear in that ear again. We have been looking forward to this operation, as his hearing loss has been frustrating for both of us. There are risks associated with the procedure, so I worry still.
Today was a long day for me. I had barely slept, was awakened in the middle of the night, and then I had to get the lils to school and Willy to the hospital. The majority of my day was spent worrying about Willy, so I was very relieved to be called about an hour earlier than expected to come and pick him up. He is now upstairs, sleeping peacefully, as he will be for the next few days. I still have to make it through the next week, trying to ensure that he gets the rest that he needs and that the lils don’t hurt him or drive us all crazy as they try to be calm and quiet.
Right now they all sleep peacefully, so I close my eyes and slowly exhale.
Wordless wednesday – Owls