Some days just aren’t for hockey.
There was no hockey yesterday for Jordan. There was driving to hockey, but no actual playing.
Tuesdays are an extremely long day for the little guy. He has to wake up at 7:45 for school, usually plays all day after school, has dinner, and then has to be at hockey at 6:40. That is just a lot of any person in a day, especially a 4 year old.
The past three weeks, Jordan has fallen asleep in the car on our way to the rink. It is typically about a 20 minute drive. I felt a few weeks back that he shouldn’t be running around like a maniac all afternoon or he would be too tired for practice. Yesterday was no exception. I work from home on Tuesdays because it is such a full day for both of us.
Yesterday was his Easter Party at school in the morning. When we got home, he was happily playing with Legos in his room across the hall while I worked in my room. My mom wanted him to go outside and play with the little girl next door since the weather was so fabulous. He declined. He was happy where he was building fire trucks out of Legos. I asked him if he was sure and didn’t force the issue because I knew if he ran around outside he’d be too tired for hockey. He ended up changing his mind and out he went!
Waking a napping child is a nightmare, for those of you who don’t have children. It’s like waking a bear from hibernation early. Jordan fell asleep in the car before we made it out of our neighborhood. It took a bit longer than usual to get to the rink because of some traffic and the fact that I hit every single red light on the way, so when we arrived I had barely enough time to get his equipment on him before the lesson was to begin.
Well, Mr. Cranky cried when I woke him up and wanted no part of putting on his equipment. He laid on the bench near the lockers and said he was too tired. So I said then let’s go home and we can try again next week. Well, he didn’t want to leave either. He was miserable! I’m not fighting with a miserable, tired toddler. I’m just not doing it. I could see where this was going.
He freaked when I tried to take his hoodie off of him so that I could get his Under Armour on and his shoulder pads. He complained the Under Armour was too big (Ridiculous. It was the same shirt he wore last week.) Then he complained his elbow pads were too tight and refused to help me get his feet into his skates, screaming that his skates hurt. He said he only wanted to wear his helmet. Rules state that the children MUST wear at minimum their helmet, knee and elbow pads to be eligible to play for his age group.
I folded and began to put his equipment back in the bag as he sat there crying. I felt bad for him. I know he was tired. He flipped out and said he wanted to play hockey. Well kid, you can’t play without your equipment. He headed toward the studio with his stick with nothing but elbow pads on (and his sneakers). I headed for the door. He followed, crying and screaming all the way to the parking lot and into the car and screamed all the way home that he wanted to play hockey.
Sorry, buddy. Mom knows best. That mood was NOT fitting for hockey. He told me I was making him sad, which stung a little, but not enough for me to change my mind that I was making the right decision. He had still be fighting me on equipment when the other kids were already out on the ice.
Lesson learned: naps on Tuesday afternoons or at the very least, he needs quiet time. Do I feel bad that he missed a lesson and that he was hurt by it? A little. But I feel better as a parent knowing that I didn’t put him out on the ice a crying mess. I can deal with screaming in the car for 25 minutes if I know I made the right choice.