This morning my FaceBook feed had a video that made me cry.
A video of Tim Hortons bringing the only hockey team in Africa to Canada to play another team... because they had no one to play against on the African continent.
It made me proud to be Canadian.
It made me cry because I thought of my own son Beni.
What he wouldn't do to play hockey.
I'm still debating if I show him this or not as we might be moving to Kenya tomorrow!
He's only been on skates once, and he thought he was amazing!
(Still HUGE thanks to two teenage boys who skated / glided him endlessly around that rink one New Years Eve almost 4 years ago.)
I've made sure we watch any hockey we can - I miss watching it ... - usually the winter Olympics when it's in 'our' time zones
Some of his most prized possessions are his sticks...
I think he was about 5 years and we were waiting to board the plane in Kigali to Canada and he burst out crying. The reason... he had forgot to pack his mini sticks. I assured him there were many more in Canada.
There are no ice rinks in Rwanda so his chances of playing ice hockey are slim.
He'll have to stick with his stick, ball and make shift goals.
But it DOES remind me of all the things that I never dreamed possible for my kids ... they have had opportunities that I never dreamed possible 14 years ago.
- playing in a school band
- taking piano lessons
- riding a horse
- being part of a Christmas musical production
- taking swimming lessons
All things that I am so blessed that they have been part of.
So I guess... who knows really.
Maybe Beni will realize his dream and play hockey someday.