Boy started back to hockey this morning. I'm an "Arena Mom" again....
I was going through Boy's old equipment from his first forays to the arena for Mite hockey. He was four.
This is what I found:
Rocky is not in the photo for perspective. Rocky is in the photo, 'cause I couldn't get him out of the way. It seems, he loves freshly-stunk-up hockey equipment.
Four-year old's chest protector. Twelve-year old's chest protector.
4 month old kitten.
I actually got weepy when I found these teeny-tiny reminders of his first days on the ice. It's hard to believe I put him on the ice so small. Sigh. My baby's growing up.
(Boy is looking over my shoulder. He says "and now I get to hit people.")
Sigh. Now I can't believe I put him on the ice at all.