Try outs

August 30, 2009

I like that my kids play hockey. I like that they’re part of a team. I like that they are continually put into situations where they have to make snap decisions and live with the consequences. I like the leadership that they’re developing.

I can honestly say that I want them to play at the level that is most appropriate for them. I don’t especially need my sons to play at the highest level of hockey available to them: I would much rather that they play at the level that will challenge them, but not overwhelm them. I can honestly say that.

So why am I so anxious over my youngest son’s tryouts for tier one/two (AA/A) competitive hockey? I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night thinking about this. It has occupied my thoughts for much of the last two weeks. Frankly, my life will be a lot easier if he plays on a third-tier competitive or house level team.

But it’s not about me. It’s about him. And he wants to play on the ‘A’ team. He really wants to play on this team. He’s known the coach of this team his entire life. He privately told me that he’d ask to play ‘A’ if he made the cut for the ‘AA’ team. He really wants this. So, I guess that I want him to play there. While I think it’s good for kids to be disappointed once in a while, I don’t want him to be disappointed now.

Besides, while I’m not expert on such things, I think he deserves to be there. He’s made it through the first two rounds of cuts. The third and final round ends tomorrow after eight hours of scrimmages over nine days. Tomorrow, we’ll know.