The Untold Story Behind the Woman Who Shaped Josh Manson’s Journey to the NHL
So if you don’t mind, I want to talk about Lana Manson for a little bit. And about all the things she taught me.
I gotta embarrass you a bit here, Mom, I’m sorry.
Or maybe she wouldn’t be embarrassed actually, because her karaoke was pretty good. But I can still picture her, and most importantly, hear her, belting out Shania, or Miley, or J.Lo. She’d dance around our garage and if you weren’t singing at the start of her performance, she’d make sure you were at the top of your lungs by the end of it. She was so much fun. She made everyone feel welcome, and loved. And at home. She felt like home. And she made our house a special place. We had a cabin on Christopher Lake, just north of Prince Albert, in Sask. We spent most of the year in town, and weekends and summers up at the lake. Dad played in the NHL, and when he retired he started coaching the Raiders in the WHL right after. He was pretty busy with all that, and so my mom was in charge of a lot of what me and my three siblings got up to.
There’s an eight-year gap between myself and my two youngest siblings, who are twins. And then I have another sister who is three years younger than me. So the tasks around the house were always different. From dealing with high school drama, to changing diapers, to feedings and practices — my mom’s work ethic was just second to none. My dad’s too. Both of them made a great team and, looking back, it’s incredible to me what they could get done.
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