Street Hockey Hero

Yesterday MrPages and I watched LittlePage3 grab his hockey stick and head down the street to play a little street hockey with the neighbours who had pulled out their net. He returned moments later, hurled his stick to the ground and proceeded to have a good cry under the oak tree. The neighbours had apparently not wanted his company.

Having very little idea on how to handle the matter, both MrPages and I consoled him as best we could, but my heart broke to watch his little sobs of despair. We talked of grace and forgiveness and boundaries, and he went back out to play with his siblings.

After dinner, MrPages, my hero and a very good man, told LittlePage3 to jump in the car for a few errands. They returned with a new street hockey net and joyous smiles. MrPages put the net together late last night. This evening found all my boys partaking in a rite of passage for all Canadian children (including one of the neighbours who enthusiastically joined our game after his baseball practice!)