want you to think you’re not capable. Do you remember how you told me you like messy? You like complicated?” “Yes,” I say, and I lay down beside him. “You’re safe with me, too. You’re allowed to mess up. If you fall, you dust yourself off and try again tomorrow. Maybe next time you’ll get a little further. Maybe it’ll take you a month before you even kick a ball again, but guess what? I’ll be out here with you every day until it feels right.”
