Hockey, with a side of Hockey

As my kids grow I learn more and more about what they like. Without stating the obvious, considering the title of this post, my oldest loves hockey. Hockey this, hockey that. Road hockey with dad meant first putting on their jersies (sweater, optional), and playing hard. Running, and trying to score against dad, and keeping the puck away from his little sister. Oh yea, she usually tries to play too. The town we live in happens to be very big on hockey. We took the kids to watch the home team here and listened to him scream blue murder the ENTIRE game in an effort to cheer them on...even when they were at the other end of the rink!! Ahhh, so cute. He didn't care, he was taking in the whole experience! I had to laugh today at breakfast while we were discussing all the hockey teams that could ever exist, and I was being quizzed on what their names were and where they are from, he asks me... "where do the Sharks come from?". Clearly, at 8am I am not thinking hockey related things, and draw a blank. Lydia pipes up, "They come from water!" I can't help but laugh, because well, though not the answer he was looking for, she is quite right. Later in the day we are driving, and he assumes it is a great time to see what I have remembered since breakfast! He begins to ask me about ALL the teams again. I love his heart behind it, as I know it's something he really enjoys. Do you ever wonder what your kids will be like once they're grown up? Or why certain activites consume so much of their passion? I'm trying to picture him as 6' tall NHL'er, or a hockey coach. What are the chances? Maybe at some point we'll let him actually try to play on a real hockey team. At lease until the snow melts for now, I can count on him counting on me to help him memorize every name, symbol and team member that currently plays hockey, and when summer arrives, I know exactly where he will be. Outside, playing hockey.