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Beams of sunlight kiss my son’s dark blond curls as he giggles and chases the ball, readying his body to kick it again. The grass is soft underfoot. I can tell it tickles the soft pads on the soles of his bare feet. With every firm contact between his tiny feet and the ball, he shoots me a look with his sky-blue eyes.

He seeks affirmation and approval, not goals or wins.