I'm devastated when certain eras come to an end, like our unbroken streak of family dances. I’ll miss those for the rest of my life. But there are other eras that I'm so eager to be done with that I end them myself. That's what happened with soccer. It's a fine sport, but not when you have three kids in it with practices and games spread out over every day of the week. It ended up consuming all of our free time, even without being on any traveling teams. My kids are the amateurist of amateurs. One day a week with all of the kids in one place and in one time slot would have been fine, but the divided effort was just too much.
Last week, I informed the kids that we wouldn't be playing soccer this year. They complained for ten seconds and then moved on with their lives. Sometimes, their limited attention spans work to my advantage. It's not like they'll be short on exercise. The three who played soccer come to the gym with me nearly every day. We gave soccer an honest attempt. The part of…
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