I used to get triggered when strangers would approach me — often during the height of a kid meltdown — to say, “one day you’re going to miss this.” And while perhaps it’s best to not approach an overtired, overstimulated, deregulated mama bear, I do think those intentions were true and good. I’m starting to have these “aha” moments, where I can feel it in my bones that certain moments — and often the small and mundane ones — are what I’m going to miss. The… “Mommy, watch what I can do now!” “Mommy, I did it!” “Mommy, can you help me?” While I hope the “mommy” sticks around for a while, watching my kiddos accomplish something and their own pure and unbridled joy radiate through their smile, I know that these “firsts” are fleeting. Yes, there will be other firsts. Yes, I’m probably overly hormonal these days. But these firsts are the beginnings of their own doings. I’ve always admired sports families growing up. The routines and rhythms practices and games provide. The swag an...