Itís hockey season and my little boy wants to play hockey for the first time. So I have dutifully joined the ranks of the hockey parents who sit huddled in the bleachers around the rink, desperately clutching their Timmyís coffee like a life line to warmth. Yes, I have become a hockey mom.
Everything about being a hockey mom is unfamiliar territory for me; I sit in the bleacher under four to five layers of clothing, covetously watching the clock, counting down minutes till I can feel my fingers and toes again. I sit there watching my pride and joy shuffle, slip and fall. Thanks to a couple of hundred dollars worth of equipment, he picks himself up only to repeat the pattern over and over again.
I smile giving him thumbs up sign as he shuffles by. As I watch him I canít help admiring his determination. I cringe watching him fall only to struggle to his feet, sometimes successful and at other times almost falling face first. As his mom, its painful for me to watch him struggle, itís even worse when I see him slipping, and downright excruciating watching him hit the hard ice.
Sitting there I canít help but wonder if it is the same for God; watching us struggling, failing, falling. Does He cringe when He sees us hit the ground? Is He proud when He sees us getting up, not giving up? He is our heavenly Father, and as a parent, I believe that He is proudly cheering us on. No matter what the struggle is, the pain or the situation, I believe that He is right there with us, loving us, encouraging us.
We may not instantly get the results we want, or expect, like my son we will fall over and over again; and like the safety equipment, His grace is always there for us. We are a work in progress called to a greater purpose. Eventually we will learn to shuffle and finally to glide, and all the while our proud Father will be encouraging us.
ďDid you see me, Mama?Ē My son asks as he comes off the ice, his cheeks pink from the cold and the exercise, his eyes bright with excitement.
I smile giving him a hug and say what I hope God would one day say to us, ďI never took my eyes off you baby, you were great!Ē