Sure, Dad, you can watch me play–as long as you stay in the car

When my youngest daughter was four, we signed her up for a summer soccer program. The coach was wonderful, encouraging, supportive, and everything else a coach should be. He started each practice with some stretches and a run from one end of the field to the other. Young Zoe was quite shy and didn’t want to run so I offered to run along with her on the sidelines.

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