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Be a Dreamer

As I grew through grade school, University, professional life and motherhood, my dreamer’s heart began to fade.   My mind became prominent in my life. Other’s words about myself and my life began to permeate my being.   My brain and other’s opinions became my driving force in what was ‘right’ for me.  It became the motor and the compass.  

Now, I am beginning to dream again.  I have found freedom to look beyond my current circumstances and be filled with wonder of ‘what if?”.  

Full on, life-changing, nourishing dreaming. 

I am surrounding myself with other dreamers and asking people about where they see themselves in five years if time nor money were a consideration.  I am dreaming every day and encouraged greatly to hear other’s dreams. 
My decision to dream combined with daily hard work and discipline has propelled us to become gypsies for a week, open our home to families affected by cancer or needing hospice care, reach my person health goals, allow our tall eight year old join a competitive gymnastics team and create a list of dreams I have looking forward to the next two years.  

Be a dreamer.  

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This post is dedicated to two incredible parents CC and TH.  We were talking about their son’s dream of playing NHL hockey.  CC said that he needed to stay in reality, but I want to encourage this whole family to dream. Remember the dream you had of owning a home and how you made it happen.  Dream of playing NHL hockey or professionally in Europe.  There is nothing holding this young man back.  He has two hardworking, dedicated parents who would help him in any way.  He has an outdoor backyard lighted rink with boards and lights!  Wow! He has a love and heart for hockey that just oozes out of him.  There is no barriers for this young hockey player. 

 Dream Zach, dream! It will propel you forward and take you to places you never thought possible.  Your dreams may change but I hope you never stop dreaming.  

  

Be at Hocketown

We had a hockey festival come to town. IMG_7098.JPGFree jerseys, toques and mittens. IMG_7100.JPGRoad hockey, air hockey and hockey shots.

IMG_7101.JPGRon McLean, mascots and local hockey stars.

IMG_7099.JPGI felt chills as I watched people watching hockey.

The spirit of hockey is so much more than just a sport.

Hockey is woven through our communities through shared time, fun rivalry and good old Tim Horton’s.

Thank you hockey for coming to town…

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Be Happy/Sad Hockey is Over!

Hockey in Vtown finished this afternoon. We love the coach, Z! She is the perfect balance of firm, fun and technical skills. She has continued to fuel our boys love for hockey.

We love the midweek connection we have had with papa and nana.

But frankly, I am exhausted. All of this driving, delving back and forth into my old life and how this season of our lives has unfolded.

I am happy/sad. My life is a dichotomy of mixed emotions most of the time, this is just another simple example.

OC got his first stick today:

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20140312-161747.jpgOC is a star hanging out for two hours while his brothers skate.

JC and Papa getting the equipment on:

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CC with his post-practice sweaty head:

20140312-161913.jpgAfter practice they had pizza for the players:

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Letting go.

Saying goodbye.

Sitting in happiness with sadness.

He shoots.

He scores!

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CC and JC on the ice together.

Be On the Team (6 Points)

Apparently, I use a whole stadium full of sports lingo in my language.

High five!

Hurry hard!

With speed this time.

Go! Go! Go!

I imagine it has to do with growing up shooting around the hockey rink while my dad played. Perhaps it could be the plethora of hours I spent playing volleyball (or really any sport)in a gym. Or even the days we spent on the snow while talking about the hockey rink or what was transpiring in the gym. Could it be my infatuation for tennis and ringette in my younger years that fuelled this sporty language acquisition? Maybe I could even put the blame on my very athletic parents.

Deuce!

Ace!

She scores!

This sports lingo has been a tremendous oar as I have had to row through my grief about cancer with my family and now with the loss of my ever-present mom.

Upon reflection of the words I choose, I have come up with six points on the scoresheet that are helping me understand how to be the healthiest, fittest and strongest player for the team.

Turn on the scoreboard, here we go:

1. CHOOSE TO BE A PLAYER! WE ARE STARTING WITH SOME NEW DRAFT PICKS. THE TEAM IS CHANGING JERSEY’S, STRAP YOURSELVES IN AND PUT YOUR F1 HELMET ON.

I have always tried to be a team player. I have always wanted everyone to be on the team. I have always felt the need to encourage people on the team that surrounds me – my friends, neighbours, family members and even the mail lady. This was a lot of energy going into being on the team as well as trying to be the team manager and cheerleader.

2. STEP UP, OR STEP OFF THE PODIUM. PLAYERS ONLY GET TO PLAY.

I am not interested in having people on the team who tell me I am now in charge of organizing things for the team. Sorry, every person is going to have to pull their own weight, plan their own lives, holidays, trips. I ain’t taking over the coaching role mom vacated. I definitely don’t like the cheerleader’s outfit nor the fact that the manager doesn’t get to play the game.

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(1985/86 Ringette Team)

3. TALK. LISTEN. TALK. LISTEN. COMMUNICATION IS KEY.

I am definitely not interested in having people on the team who have told me they need to have communication boundaries. If you can’t talk as a team, there is no team. Plain and simple. Oh ya, my children are on my team til they are eighteen so you better figure out what you need to do to swing the bat for the team. Otherwise, you will most likely will find it frustrating coming onto the field to play with a team you don’t know, but may have known twenty years ago in Little League.

3. GIVE ‘SOMETHING’ OF YOURSELF TO THE TEAM. (Not just expensive gifts!)

I am not interested in players who want to be on the team, but not be open or available to anyone by sharing something of themselves. Being on a team means give ‘n ‘r for the team: physically, emotionally, mentally.

4. YOU CAN MEET YOUR OWN NEEDS ON THIS TEAM.

I am no longer interested in being the one to plan, ponder and even worry about how you are fitting in with the team. Time for each person to step up to the plate and say what kind of skates don’t hurt your feet. Practice saying what you want then if you don’t get what you want, get off the bench. and get it yourself. No more moaning and groaning.

5. A TEAM IS NEVER PERFECT.

Lastly, on this team there is a place for mistakes. Yes, I just painted two walls of my house orange. Yes, I often say the ‘wrong’ thing in your eyes. Yes, I am raising my boys imperfectly with all my love. Oh ya, you can also throw your judgements (or prayers concealed as judgment) down the luge track.

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(1990 High School Volleyball Team)

6. LIFE IS A CHOICE: GOLD MEDALS EXIST FOR BOTH TEAM AND INDIVIDUAL SPORTS.

If you want perfection, stick to the 100 metre dash, keeping your eyes on the finish line, practicing to the best of your ability knowing I wish you well.

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(1991 Volleyball Provincials)

I choose to play on a team.

I was laughing out loud as I write this post. What great memories my parents created for me through sport. What a privilege it is to be in such a ‘raw’, fragile time!

Be Watching the Sochi Olympics

Last Saturday morning at our house.

The boys are watching the live feed for the Olympic coverage today. I am enjoying watching them and hearing their comments.

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Figure Skating

Commentary from CC (Four year old)
“Woah, how do they do that? I can’t spin around like that! Look, her feet are off the ground. Can I have a team jacket like they have?

Slope Style Medal Ceremony
Commentary from Dada
“Wow, we won a medal already. Bronze. Mark McMorris. Woah, look at the second place guy’s Mohawk! There were two guys better than him, he got a bronze. The tradition is that the winner gets the song from their country so they aren’t going to play Canada’s anthem.”

Commentary from OC (2years old)
“I see caaanada wite der!”

Luge
Commentary from JC (6 years old)
“Do they go down face first? (Big smile), Actually, I want to do that one.”

Biathlon
*The boys are mesmerized!
JC
“Where’s the target?”

Dada
“They need to ski ten kilometres and shoot too.”

CC
“Are the targets upside down? Why do they go on to another person?

OC
“Is da hockey?”

Be ‘Moving’ Backwards to go Forward

My counsellor has been working with me to let go of the Western ideal that we move from point A to point B never to return to ‘old stuff’.

When I continue to go over this old ground in my mind, I feel like a failure, I feel shame and I feel mad.

My inner dialogue goes something like this:
“What this again? Seriously Joanna. Are you really going to have this same conversation again? Are we really going down this path? How could this happen again?”

Thanks to my counsellor, I have shifted this A to B mentally to be more of a deepening spiral. Like a tornado funnel.

Oh I like this analogy because sometimes I have me some wind blowing around me!

Yes, I am going to go over the same road again but I am going to be in a different place on my path, a deeper place. (I am almost 40 you know!).

Last night, was a huge mental shift downward into my deepening spiral.

For weeks I have looked for a once per week hockey program that we could do in Ktown. Do you think I could find one? Nope! Minor hockey, that wants to devour families lives with their three times per week practices/games, is the show in this town.

Sooo….
We decided to take JC out of Grade One forty-five minutes early and drive the boys sixty kilometres back to the town we just moved from so that the boys could play hockey.

They are back at the rink they know.

CC has the same coach he had last year.
Papa was on the ice with CC.
JC got to move up a level.
He gets his own jersey this year.
I get to see old friends each week.
AND THE VERY BEST PART, NANA CAME TO WATCH. Can you see me up and jumping around?

It was amazing night of going backwards. JC’s teacher was supportive of our idea, dad laced up his skates and even went for a morning skate to get ready, lastly mom looked me square in the eyes and said, “I am really glad that you are coming here for hockey!”

Anything for you Mama! Now if only I could meet your request for a new body!

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JC waiting to give his brother a high five before his turn on the ice.

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Papa and CC working together.

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OC watching the action.

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Nana is on the right in the toque.

Sometimes you need to go backwards to move forward. Lesson learned. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.