The last soccer game of the season was a doozy. My daughter’s (adorably) scrappy team of 6-year-olds were out-numbered, out-sized, and out-played. They held on until the bitter end to earn those post-game high-fives and snacks from the team cooler (the possible true motivation for any field effort).
As Capri Suns popped behind me, I wandered into the uncharted territory of different-colored jerseys and unfamiliar faces: the other team’s side.
I looked for a particular player, then sought out her mom.
“Hi, excuse me. Is this your daughter?” I started. (Continued on Dallas Moms Blog)