“Well if Pa’s eyes were windows, into a world so deadly and true,
you couldn’t stop me from lookin’, but you kept me from crawlin’ through.
Well it’s a funny old world Ma, where a little boy’s wishes come true.
Well I got a few left in my pocket, and a special one just for you.”
The Wish- Bruce Springsteen

Being Mother’s Day, this week’s blog is dedicated to all the hockey moms out there.
Hockey guys are allowed to be sentimental at times and Mother’s Day qualifies as one of those times, so here goes.

We are all aware of the amount of sacrifice and love that all mothers provide and I am wishing that the young guys who play hockey and read my blog, take a moment and make a wish.

Wish that your mom knows that her dedication, sacrifice and love are things that will always be appreciated never forgotten. Make sure you tell her. And if your Mom is no longer with us, take a long moment to acknowledge that her spirit will always be with you.
Wish that your Mom knows you will always be there for her the way she has continually been there for you during all of your highs and lows. Wish that her special strength is something you inherit.
Wish that she knows how much you love having her watch you play hockey.

Wish her a very special Mother’s Day.
(and yes, Springsteen has a song about his Mother. Even on Mother’s Day you get Bruce reference.  Plus I am going to see him this week so this was a must! )

Have your Mom watch…..she’ll enjoy.

Make it a great day for her and have a super week!

The Wish

Dirty old street, all slushed up in the rain and snow.
Little boy and his ma,
standin’ outside a run-down music store window.
On top of the Christmas tree shines one beautiful star,
and lyin’ underneath, a brand new Japanese guitar.

I remember in the mornin’ Ma, hearin’ your alarm clock ring.
I’d lie awake and listen to you gettin’ ready for work,
the sound of your makeup case on the sink.
And the ladies at the office, all silk stockin’s and rustlin’ skirts.
And how proud and happy you always looked, walkin’ home from work.

Well if Pa’s eyes were windows, into a world so deadly and true,
you couldn’t stop me from lookin’, but you kept me from crawlin’ through.
Well it’s a funny old world Ma,
where a little boy’s wishes come true.
Well I got a few in my pocket, and a special one just for you.

It ain’t no phone call on Sunday, flowers, or a Mother’s day card.
It ain’t no house on the hill, with a garden and a nice little yard.
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street,
I’m older but you’ll know me at a glance.
We’ll find us a rock ‘n roll bar, baby we’ll go out and dance.

Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants,
pulling me up off the couch, to do the twist for my uncles and aunts.
Well I got a girl of my own now Ma,
I popped the question on your birthday,
She stood waiting on the front porch, You told me to get out there and  say what it was that I had  to say.

Last night we sat around laughin’, at all those things that guitar brought us,
and I laid awake thinkin’ about the other things it’s brought.
Well tonight I’m takin’ requests here in the kitchen,
this one’s for you Ma, let me come right out and say,
that if you’re lookin’ for a sad song, well, I’m ain’t gonna play….