The tradition of early morning hockey is a staple of our fall and winter routine. You wake at the crack of dawn, bundle up, grab the mountainous bag of equipment, and enjoy the cold drive to the rink. It is this early morning wake-up which is torturous for my little seven-year old who would prefer to sleep in the comfort of his warm bed.
At six o'clock on Saturday morning I slowly rustle him out of bed. The tears begin to stream, he rolls back into bed. "I don't want to go! I'm so tired!"