Sometimes you get news that really affects you, but it's so close to you personally that to other people, it doesn't seem like a big deal at all.
Like this news. I heard recently that my Dad is stepping down (mid-season) as coach of his minor hockey team. That doesn't seem like a big deal to you, does it?
Well, here's the thing. My Dad loves hockey. He lives and breathes coaching. When the season ends, he barely takes any time off before he's out "scouting" - checking out players for next year's team.
My Dad has devoted over 30 years of his life to coaching - all volunteer work. And it's a very big time commitment. But he does it. Year after year, he's helping boys learn on-ice and life skills about being a team player, the importance of being okay with a loss and being an admirable winner. He helps these boys excel at a sport they love. And the best part is, he really cares about them and cares about having fun.
With his guidance, his teams have won championships, have made it to the Provincials and have had countless number of wins and made it through some bad seasons and losses, too. But it's always been fun.
This year, something different is happening. There are some problem parents, some of the players aren't committing, they don't feel they have to learn from my Dad - and they're losing. All season. Which is okay, in my Dad's eyes.
But, as he told my mom, after 30 plus years of coaching, it's suddenly no longer any fun for him. He doesn't look forward to games like he used to. So, he's stepping down.
I think it's the right decision for him - and I'm glad he's made it. But for some reason, I feel quite emotional about it. I guess I don't like the thought of someone not giving my Dad the respect he deserves. And I don't like the thought of my Dad being unhappy.
I just hope he remembers all the good experiences he's had. And maybe the ice will call to him again one day.