Long winded post cause Iām in my feelings and I donāt have a lot of people who āget itā.
Mild bit of background information - my girls are not dainty little things. They are given the space to be themselves, whoever that is, but both happen to be little chaos monsters who donāt slow down. I get a lot of āshe marches to the beat of her own drumā comments. I had been in a slightly bad mood yesterday after seeing a reel about āhockey momsā being know it alls in a sport they never played. It grates me knowing I wasnāt allowed to play contact sports, nor were most of my peers. That was seen as bad parenting when I was a kid. I went from cheerleading to marching band - I always had fun, but always wished I was playing football. My girls play rugby and hockey (theyāre 7 and 9).
Weāre also stuck on snow/cold day 746 of this school year, so everyone is a bit cooped up and crabby in my house.
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We met with my younger oneās new developmental pediatrician yesterday and the way that womanās face lit up when she asked my daughter what sports she played made me so happy. Usually itās eyebrow raises and quiet judgement, but she was actually *excited* and interested. She looked at my childās extensive list of diagnoses and saw a kid whose chosen sports served as a better therapy than most clinical ones could. We got sorted to a random new Dev. Ped because oursā retired and the universe gave me one whoās also a hockey mom. It was a brief appointment, but it feels like sheāll actually *get it* when I choose sports over 20 hours of additional therapies because theyāre the routine suggestion. My kid thrives in these spaces.
Then we went to open skate/drop in hockey. My older oneās learning to play goalie - practices a ton, but sheās very much learning and serves as the emergency backup for her team while playing offense full time.
The hockey side was people working on their own drills, rather than an actual game, and my kiddo was the only goalie out there, so she was taking a lot of shots from every direction. There were a few little ones, but it was mostly 12-17 year old boys and a few adults (and I donāt ice skate, so sheās gotta hold her own). At one point she got a bit flustered and stayed down a beat longer than normal. I watched a 13/14 year old boy hype her up, explain the drill the other boys were working on and then stand back to make sure she understood when they started again.
It was so heartwarming to see him take the time with a much younger kid. It was his free time on a day off of school and he gave part of it to her. Iāve watched her be physically targeted more than once for being a girl in a āboyā space and she always lets it just roll off of her (if she even notices). But seeing those moments give me hope sheāll face less of it as she gets older.
And that girl makes me *so* proud. She was missing more shots than she blocked and never more than paused - she saw a chance to spend 45 minutes practicing with kids who play 2-4 levels above her, knowing it would be hard and that she was āsoloā. I cannot skate, so while Iām right there, she has to stand her own ground and set boundaries with people twice her size/age. And after that she turned around and had her normal team practice 3 hours later where she wasnāt supposed to be in goal, but stepped up when their full-time goalie couldnāt make it. She unapologetically takes up space and works so hard for what she wants, even in her second favorite sport.
Tl;dr my girls are chaos incarnate and they make me so proud. They are who I wish I was at their age.