One Day….

One Day…

One day it will all be over…….

I have often thought about this. There are so many days when I realize I didn’t get a chance to clean the bathrooms, or wash the floors or finish all the laundry. There are days when I feel like I was only home to sleep. But, one thing I have come to terms with is that having shiny floors is not as important as I once thought it was – in fact what is important is being the biggest cheerleader for my kids, and being present. I take solitude that when this journey is over, and whatever comes of it, that they will both know mom was always there. They will know that she rushed around so we wouldn’t be late, or that she didn’t buy that Michael Kors bag that she wanted because we needed a new mask. See, one day I will have plenty of time when this is over to wash the baseboards, bake banana breads, paint my bedroom and catch up on Netflix. I will never be able to go back in time and wish I was at the championship game, so yes, these things can wait.

One day my husband and I will get out to dinner more often, and catch a movie in the theatre (as opposed to catching it on the box a year later) One day my husband and I will actually ride in the same vehicle as each other – this is something that never happens when you have to tag team the goalies J

One day I won’t have our hockey family congratulating me on an amazing performance by one of my kiddos, or hear the “dinging” of my phone with a team snap notification.  My afternoon snack wont consist of a bag of all dressed chips at the arena accompanied by a Dr Pepper, and my wardrobe wont consist of my current go to…..Black Uggs, hockey mom “Don’t Puck With Me” wool socks, leggings, Under Armour hoodies, and team touque.  One day at work beside my desk I won’t have the kids hockey calendar posted on my wall, but instead maybe something actually related to my job.

One day there will not be anyone to drive to practice. There will not be any equipment to wash. There will not be loading the car at 6 am. There will not be 2 hour long road trips to games that are not theirs. There will be no sticks to carry. There will be no agonizing tryouts. There will be no holding your breath with 20 seconds left in a tie game. There will be no more encouraging hugs, or tears to dry. There will be no more cheques to write for monthly payments for the season.  There will not be any new pads, or chest protectors to buy. There will be no more bus trips, or mostly hockey related Christmas gifts under the tree. There will be no 13 year old hockey smell, or 9 year old dressing room pre-game dance parties. There will be no more chocolate milk purchased at the concession stand for the ride home, or calling into the office at school on yet another Friday for a tournament. There will be no more checking the standings, and wondering who you will play in the next round, or early bedtimes for early game times.

There are going to be a lot of “no more’s” ……

One day I will look back at these days and miss it like crazy……

Yes, one day this incredible journey will ALL be over ….thankfully that day is NOT today!