A change of heart: feeling proud

People who know me well enough, will testify: I wasn’t always the most child-minded person. Which is odd for an educational scientist, to say the least.

Don’t get me wrong, I love kids. But I was not the one being leader in a youth group, or entertaining kids at camp. I had no idea what to say or do with that pile of brats.

But in the last few years, that has changed. I had the opportunity to help at a robot programming camp by Dwengo, which showed me I was not so bad at entertaining a large group of kids after all. I led user research interviews with kids, which was fascinating to say the least (and challenging).

But most of all: I am now responsible for a part of our youth hockey team: the Ghent Spookies. All of our midgets under 10 must bow to my rule. And I am damn proud of them. Super damn proud. They play like madmen and give it all. Some of them outplay me, the noob that I am at ice hockey.  They challenge me, don’t listen to me, until I make ’em do pushups or call on the head coaches. They steal my puck or wander off.
But they also kick ass. When they play against a competition team, sometimes with kids way older than them, they show their teeth. They skate like hell and smash that puck into the nets.

That, and they look adorable in their gear. Have you ever seen a 5-year-old in full hockey gear? It’s amazingly cute. Especially cause they seem to think they look fierce.

Yeah, I’m super damn proud of my team. And of myself. Cause face it, who would have thought I could be responsible for a herd of kids without accidents or me getting eaten alive? Not me.

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