I am the Crazy Sports Mom

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“But how much is too much? Don’t you think he should just be a kid?”

Even as I write this, I am falling asleep, catching up on work and emails and messages after driving five hours for a hockey tournament on the other side of the state.

“Are you overdoing it with the sports? Is it too intense? Too much?”⠀

I know.

Six days a week, multiple games or practices in one day . . . is a lot.

I know.

He’s a kid.

I know.

Some mornings, he’s tired and cranky. ⠀

I know.

Our schedule is hard to make other commitments.

I also know hockey is something he is growing to love even more with each practice, each game, each win, and maybe most importantly, each loss.

This weekend’s tournament was a loss, and maybe his coach said it best: “You can’t really appreciate the win until you’ve really rumbled with the loss.”

I mean, how can we NOT all learn from this?

My son, with each game, is learning to lose and still love the game.

My son, with each game, is learning who he is as a team player.

My son, with each game, is learning how he shows up matters more than leaving the game with the “one up”.

We aren’t raising a son to be a future Olympian or an NHL player. If he makes it, great, but that’s not the point.

The point of playing is the character it’s creating.

We’re raising a good kid to be a great man.

I find it critical. Gosh, no, I find it ESSENTIAL.

I just know the struggles his generation will no doubt have with communication.

To raise a child who knows how to look a teammate or an opponent in the eye after a game, shake his hand, and walk away a little more humble than he was the game before, that’s the goal.

It is my job to teach my child to look up, communicate, shake a hand, accept a loss, and humbly receive a win.

I want to raise the kind of kid who reminds the people around him to keep looking up when the world is too busy looking down.

So when people ask me, “Don’t you think he should just be a kid?”

Yes.

This is him, being a kid.

And I am pretty sure that hockey will have an impact on who he’s becoming as a young man.

xoxo,⠀
Katy (just another crazy sports mom)⠀

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Hey all! I am Katy Ursta married to my college sweetheart for 12 years, a mom of two boys, and a stage four cancer survivor. I started writing as a way of coping with my diagnosis, but found the more I shared about cancer, the more universal cancer became, and the more connected I felt to others and the less isolated I felt through the struggle. I own a virtual health and wellness company and commit to helping my clients find a deeper motivation to fight for their own health.

When I am not in the stands of my sons' hockey games, I am usually found folding the never ending piles of laundry, looking for the matching sock, breaking up hockey fights, or (let's just be honest) with my hand buried in the bag of chocolate, asking the question, "what do you want for dinner?" You can find more of my work on instagram @katy_ursta or on my website, katyursta.com

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