Dream Big - The US Women's National Soccer Team and My Daughters
The world we live in today is one unlike any other in history for little girls like mine.
When we tell them that they can fly into outer space, that they can save lives, that they can run companies, that they can someday become President, we know that we are telling them the truth.
They can dream big and know that those dreams are possible.
Generations of women before us made sure of that. They fought for the right to vote, they fought for nondiscrimination, they fought for things like Title IX that ensure women the chance to play on the same field as men.
WNT's Hope Solo and Pia Sundhage. Credit Image: © Kostas Lymperopoulos/Cal Sport Media/ZUMAPRESS.com
That's when I no longer was able to contain the tears. I glanced at my daughter, wide eyed, watching all this unfold on the field. Her team has been together for years. They've persevered through major injuries, through family heartache, through moving to new houses, through the loss of a mother.
When other things in life seemed amiss sometimes, they always knew they had each other. The team. Even the off-season doesn't last long for them.
This team, much like the US national team did last night, is performing their swan song. Having one last go of it.
Next summer, many of the girls on this team will move up to the full competitive team. Not all of them will go. It's a subject that I've talked to many of the other parents about already. This team, the only team they've ever known, will cease to exist as we know it today.
I have a feeling that some of the girls won't want to play without their friends on the field. I have a feeling that some of them will drop down to rec again. I have a feeling that some of them will go on to have amazing college careers - maybe even stand on that big field with screaming little girls someday.
I have a feeling that some of them may never play again once the Pumas are done.
Soccer isn't just a sport. It's a team sport. If you're lucky, it becomes a family.
All good things must come to an end. Coaches move on. Kids grow up. Skill levels diverge. Teams can't stay together forever.
They can do amazing things while they are together, though, as evidenced by what we saw last night.
As Pia took her last lap around the stadium last night, the crowd cheered her all the way. For her leadership, for her years of service, for her love of the game. Gratitude.
If our team can walk off the field at the end of this year united, proud of all that they have accomplished, grateful for this time together, we have won. We have all won.
What will I miss the most next year?
First published on my blog at http://debiehive.blogspot.com/2012/09/dream-big.html
Kelly DeBie ~ Blogger, Mom, Superhero
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