I have been finding it much easier to take one hour a day. I have learned to prioritise and manage my time more effectively. Tonight, after finishing my last lab of the semester, I went downstairs to see what my dad was up to. I was pleasantly surprised to see he was watching the Leafs game. It was only a few minutes into the first period so I decided to watch the game with him. The Leafs were playing Philly and as stressful and disappointing as it is, my dad continues to be a diehard leafs fan. I on the other hand (although I support my home team of the Toronto Maple Leafs) my favourite team is a REAL team, the Detroit Red Wings. This is an ongoing debate and competition between my dad and I. We recently re-did the basement into an all new ‘man-cave’ hideout for my dad. When we were deciding on how to decorate it, my mom gave my dad full rein. He of course, took advantage of this and decided to Hockafy the whole thing. From the scoreboard lights, to the autographed posters, to the fully stocked beer fridge and jerseys hanging from the walls, it is a man’s paradise. I was able to sway him enough to get a Red Wings banner, floor mat and jersey in the décor (it’s the best I could do!).
This is the first time I have taken advantage of the new basement and I am really glad I did. As I sat there watching the game and discussing hockey with my dad, I realized I hadn’t spent quality time with him in a LONG time. I would consider my dad and I to be very close but he is a quiet man. He is a man of little words but sometimes that works just fine for me. When I was growing up and playing hockey, my dad was always the father who would stand at the end of the rink by himself, so he wouldn’t have to listen to the roudy parents. I remember asking him why he did that, and he said he came to watch me play, and nothing else. He didn’t want the distraction and he didn’t want to hear the negative or positive things everyone else was saying (he wanted to form his own opinion on the game). In some ways we are the opposite (I get those from my mom) but in others we are so much alike. Many of my interests and hobbies are straight from my dad’s influence. I guess it’s safe to say that all my personality traits come from my mom but my love for hockey, 4 wheeling, trucks and all things fast come from my dad. My dad was David’s and my biggest fan when we were growing up playing hockey but he was also our biggest critic. One game I got kicked out of a game for unsportsmanlike conduct. I dreaded the ride home because I knew he would be extremely disappointed in me (he is all about playing safe and fair). The entire ride home from Cobourg my dad yelled at me for that stupid move. It is safe to say I NEVER got kicked out of a game again after that.
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Tonight was nice because I look up to my dad so much. He has worked hard his whole life as a welder and has been an amazing father. He has the same parenting attitude as my mom, always placing our needs in front of his own. I know my brother and I gave up a lot to play competitive hockey but my parents made the true sacrifice. Their time, money and relationships all suffered so we could have fun and stay out of trouble. I will be forever grateful for that sacrifice. He doesn’t say much but I know he enjoys spending time together just as much as I do. He has a wealth of knowledge on so many topics I learn so much from him. He is also the most handy person I have ever encountered. There seems to be nothing he can’t fix, built or alter. I don’t know what my mom and I would do without him.
P.S- The Leafs lost (suprise, suprise)!
The Man Cave!
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