For You MOM! !

I have been coaching dear son!
It is bearing fruit.
We went to Arkansas last weekend for a hockey friendship game series.
Saw my aunt and uncle, took the Grandma with us.
Took lots of detours, visited 4 states in less than 48 hours!
Saw my son score a goal in the third game of the series.
It was perfect! It was beautiful!
I saw it! ! ! Dad has yet to be there for a goal as of last weekend!
Of course, I wouldn't gloat or anything.
But I do shuttle dear son to practice 3 times a week.
I chase kids while he does his thing.
I wash his gear occassionally when the stink begins to seep out of his bag.
I buy tape, pay for skates to be sharpened.
I try ever so hard to understand every aspect of the game and try equally hard to not allow my eyes to glaze over when he tries to explain some very important detail or fact of the game to me.
So, I think it is only right to convince my son that every goal he makes "is for you mom!"
He played so hard for all 3 games.
The other team's goalie filled 2/3 to 3/4 of the goal. There was barely any room to score around him. He would move an inch in either direction and could block almost every attempt.
It had to be maddening for my son, he had so many shots.
All the parents on the team roared with excitement for him!
I was on the phone in a blink calling Dad.
Mind you not to gloat, but to let Dad know he needed to go to the bank and get money.
He owed his son some cash ! !