I keep waiting for Patty to tell me to stop calling her before soccer. Almost every week for the past month, I let my nervous energy fly into her reassuring ear, and she just keeps answering the phone. “I feel like such a jerk always bringing Wyatt along.” When Patty first told me about the team it sounded too good to be true, the idea of getting out onto a field and running again, moving my legs unrelated to parenting or work.

“I’m one thousand percent positive everyone ...