First of all, Momzilla must apologize for her protracted absence from the blog. New projects...a modest return to professional and educational activities...Momzilla has been swamped.
Last week, our rink was fortunate enough to have an Actual Olympic Champion conduct a skating clinic for the Little Champions whose parents love them enough to take them out of school for a chance at Olympic Osmosis. (My own Little Champions are not so loved.)
The Momzillas were out en masse. It wasn't the fact that about 80 tweens showed up in full competition dresses and hair. It wasn't the fact that about 80 tweens were distinctly not learning to read or write in favor of getting a picture with an actual Champion. It wasn't even the fact that each group of kiddos got to spend approximately 6 minutes directly soaking up the greatness.
No, there were two other things that drove me to write.
First, at the outset of the event, there was literally a swarm of Momzillae with various forms of recording equipment crowding the hockey boxes at the rink's edge. It sort of looked like bees working on hive construction. Except that bees probably don't make snide comments to one another as they jockey for better photographic position.
The other thing that really got me was the one Momzilla who also happens to skate and participated in this clinic. It is one thing to participate, and I frankly think that it is great to take advantage of such opportunities. However, it is entirely another thing to dramatically scold your Little Champion in the middle of the event. Furthermore, it seems to me that to skate around taking photos of your Little Champion from all possible angles in the same frame as the Actual Champion might obfuscate Momzilla's intended participation in the clinic.
Frankly, I think that this particular Momzilla is lucky. I would have expected the rest of the Zilla swarm to attack her for unfair photo opportunities as soon as she exited the ice. As it is, she survived to Momzilla another day.