The US Women’s Soccer Team lost in the World Cup yesterday to Japan. It was a grueling three hours of nailbiting faith and drama, and seeing these women play their heart’s out. I could not be prouder of all they’ve accomplished. I hope they wear their silver medals with pride.
Today they return home to the US, to the loving hands of their family and friends, who will hug and wipe tears from their faces, surrounding them with all the love and support they need to quell the sting they feel from this loss. Only, to me, it wasn’t a loss. It was a much-needed rejuvenation this country needs.
I just got finished reading some of the player’s Twitter updates after the game, and I’m sitting here in tears. These women trained for this day, and played with honor and dignity, played well, played clean, and it was not their day. To know all the young eyes on them, fueling them, they took the high road, and I sincerely hope I can one day see them play live. It would be an honor.
Last night, after the sun began to set, and the air became cooler in this hot Texas climate, my children all went outside, and my older kids joined forces with the neighbor kids and played soccer in the street. They were trying the same moves they watched Abby Wambach and Megan Rapinoe use, juking their friends, heading the ball, pushing hard. I realized that, win or lose, these women have inspired families all across America to pick up the ball again. For us, it was a rejuvenation, we love this game so very much, and my kids showed their love of this game last night by playing for hours. My husband laced up his shoes, too, and went out there showing his many years’ experience, coaching as he always does, further fueling their passion for the game.
Thank you, US ladies, for all you’ve done for America. You are inspiration to everyone, everywhere. We love you.
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