It was a warm, Tennessee September morning. We loaded our 3 year old son into the car. Smiling ear to ear, he was so proud of his new soccer jersey. In his mind he couldn’t wait for his first soccer game. “I score lots of goals, Daddy!” We loaded our one year old who wasn’t interested in anything but snacks and her shoes. She preferred the sparkly ones. I loaded my 7 month pregnant self into the car and my husband began driving. We were off to the soccer fields in Franklin, TN. As fresh parents, we were so excited…