Last year, Josie was one of only two girls from the previous year’s team who was not selected to play on the team again. She was cut. Hard words to say to a kid who works hard - especially in girls hockey, where I think the social connection to the other girls on the team can be just as important as the love of the game. Complicating matters, she was one of only two girls who missed the practice where the decision maker was on the ice making evaluations. Gut wrenchingly, and against my wife’s advice, it was my choice to have her skip that practice because we had other commitments. Correctly or not, I felt at least partly responsible. Like most parents, I went through the many stages of grieving: denial, ”There must have been a mistake.”; anger, “I will not stand for this injustice”; and eventually ended up with acceptance. I mention this because every hockey parent, rightly or wrongly, at some point will encounter a situation where you feel like your child was in some way wronged. I would never tell any parent not to advocate for their kid, but I think sometimes parents are driven by a combination of pride, paranoia, delusion, and fear. I think the way we handle these situations is the most important lesson we can teach our kids. Pick your idiom, “every cloud has a silver lining” , ”the glass is half full”, “Rome wasn’t build in a day”; they are all philosophically correct. Disruptions in life bring new opportunities and teach us valuable lessons.
Like many things in life, the crushing disappointment turned out to have been the best possible outcome. Why?
First, Josie was 10 and her old team ended up playing against what were really U14 teams (with some older girls sprinkled in). That team suffered many defeats and I heard from several parents that the younger girls were marginalized and they were unhappy with the way the season was turning out. I also watched the team play several times, and I don’t think Josie was nearly aggressive enough or skilled enough to contribute to the team at that level.
Second, she needed to gain some confidence as a player and she had an opportunity to become a leader. Josie was pushed back into a younger girls program where she was one of the better players. There were still several girls her age and some older, but there were also some younger girls, who really looked up to her. I was so proud of the way she handled the situation. The father of one of Josie’s friends once said to me, Josie can handle anything, you could throw her of a roof and she’d just roll with it. I am not too sure what that means exactly, but I do know she got over her disappointment quickly. More importantly, she met a bunch of great girls that she really bonded with and she became a team leader. I think the lesson learned as a parent is, don’t underestimate your kid. Josie didn’t dwell on the negative, so it was important that I didn’t either.
I did talk to Josie about not making the team, although I have no idea if she was listening. What I told her, and I believe is true, is this. If you really want something, you have to make the decision easy. If Josie was one of the top skaters on the ice, she would not have been cut. She was on the margin. I think she was probably about the same skill level as several girls who played on the team, but she was certainly in the bottom quartile. Neither I nor anyone else could make her want to be a better skater or help her play more aggressively. These were things only she could control and it was her choice. If she did the work, she would get rewarded.
Halfway through the season, the younger girls were formed into a u10/u12 team. Josie was getting to play games against competition that was appropriate for her age and skill-level. She scored her first goal and went on to score many others. More importantly, once she knew she could score, she started working harder to help other girls score. She passed a lot, really tried to make smart hockey plays, and I think played a very team-focused game. The team really came together that season. Because the girls spent so much time practicing and many of them were not great skaters, they really relied on each other. One of the team’s goals that I happened to capture on video involved passes to every player on the ice before the smallest girl on the team (an 8 yr old) tapped the puck into an open net. It was a beautiful, unselfish, smart hockey play.
On reflection, getting cut was the best thing that could have happened. Josie learned to take responsibility for making herself and her team better. She committed herself to working on her game and she loves playing. I am confident that she advanced more as a player than she would have if she had been playing with her old team. More importantly, she made a bunch of new friends and had a lot fun.
I was talking to a more experienced Hockey Dad who imparted a bit of wisdom to me recently. He noted that some years are more memorable than others, some experiences more poignant – that you never know whether this year will be the best, the worst or even the last. When Josie is grown, she may very well look back at last year as her best year in hockey. It will certainly be a hard year to top from my perspective.