I have several friends that are pregnant right now. I like the optimism and blind ignorance of parents-to-be. I remember being one. I remember all the claims I made before I became a parent. Like claiming I would never let my child sleep with me. I would never let my child have a pacifier after the age of one. 

My oldest comes down and sleeps in a sleeping bag next to our bed on most nights, a trick we finally learned to keep him out of our bed. And we finally kicked the pacifier habit after he turned three. 

I also thought I would never be the kind of parent that is yelling at their kid during a soccer game, but for the last few weeks that's definitely been who I am. I realize he's only five, but if he could just spend 90 seconds a game paying attention to what is happening around him instead of chasing his shadow, turning into a transformer mid-game or seeing how fast he can wind his arm around like a windmill it would be a small miracle. I'm not looking for him to be the next Beckam. I just want him to focus and try...at least a little. 

Occasionally some of the other kids are more interested in their own imaginations than what is happening on the field around them. The other day at practice one of the other players was crawling around on the ground and roaring. Then I heard his mother yell, "Aidan, you are not a fire dragon!" 

God bless her and her fire dragon son.