Claire came to me last night and handed me her stack of school papers to sign, just like she does every Sunday night right before she goes to bed.  Last night’s stack was different, though.  Last night’s stack had an “I am” poem tucked inside and this is what it said….

I Am…

I am a supporting sister to my hockey playing brothers.
I wonder if my brothers’ careers in hockey will continue.
I hear my brothers cheer for me while I am swimming.
I see the ice skates gliding across the ice.
I want to know if my brothers’ careers in hockey will continue until they become pros.
I am a supporting sister to my hockey playing brothers.

I pretend to be the number 1 fan to my brothers while they are playing the good old hockey game.
I feel the same feeling my brothers do when they score a goal.
I touch the ice cold puck when my brothers win a tournament.
I worry my brothers will get hit too hard and break a bone.
I am a supporting sister to my hockey playing brothers.

I understand when my brothers lose a game to the best team in the country.
I say “Go Pokey” when my brother, Zach, is on the ice.
I dream my brothers will become pros in ice hockey.
I try to be the best supporting sister I can.
I hope my brothers will not give up hockey.
I am a supporting sister to my hockey playing brothers.

I just had to share…it was just the sweetest thing and it made this crazy, hockey mama just a little proud this morning!

Oh, for the love of my children….