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It’s Official!

Today is National Signing Day.

If you’re not a sports person, you might not know that National Signing Day is the all-important milestone in a young athlete’s career.

It is the day he/she signs a Letter of Intent…the contract between the athlete and a college.

Important stuff.

We received Chicky’s paperwork in the mail a couple of days ago; however, NCAA rules state that an athlete cannot sign the letter until February 3rd.

We decided to wait until this afternoon because mornings are always rush-time for us.  Plus, I wanted to make sure we did things properly…camera at the ready, of course.

As we set the papers on the table, I felt emotional.  I simply could not believe that this moment was finally here…a culmination of the last 12 years of hard work and steely determination.  I wish I had kept track of the number of practices we’ve driven Chicky to…the number of games she’s played in, the miles we’ve put on our cars, and the number of weekends we woke up at the crack of dawn for.

Twelve years sounds like a long time, but it seems like it flew by.

All for this moment…

My sweet Chicky, pink fingernails and all, is now, officially, a Rollins Tar.

Chicky, if you happen to be reading Mama’s blog, here’s a special message to you:

Today is another big milestone for you.  I am incredibly proud of you.  I remember you in your pig tails, dribbling the ball around as only a six year old can.  You didn’t know what you were doing, but you were having fun.  Oh, how my heart swelled with pride when I watched you play in your first game.

And oh, the laughter that filled my lungs when I watched you get chased by a bumblebee while you took your turn playing goalie.  That goal was so big, and you were so small, and there you ran, trying to escape the bee not concerned one iota about what was going on in the game.

And you grew.

As you grew, you got better, and you gained confidence.

And my heart overflowed with joy as I watched you doing something you enjoyed so much.

Every season, you have gotten better and better.

Oh, how my eyes have filled with tears as I’ve watched you unknowingly inspire others through your triumphs over the challenges thrown in your path.

As important as soccer has been in helping you develop into a shining jewel, I pray that you take away one very important lesson.  Though you sign this Letter of Intent, this game of soccer is not what defines who you are.

Playing soccer is what you do.  It will allow you to get an solid education, give you an immediate circle of friends, and give you a niche to fit into at college.

However, being a child of God is who you are.  THIS is what defines you, on and off the field…wherever you go in life.

I know that YOU know this, because daily I observe you living your life in a way that honors Him.  May you always do so.

Of this, I am and will be most proud.

I love you more than you will ever know.

Love,

Mama ♥

It’s Official

Chicky got some mail yesterday…

Very important mail…

A package…

Inside was…

HER ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO ROLLINS!!!!

Ta Da!!

In the spring, I had shared pictures of our visit to the school.

We knew we were home when the first thing we saw when we got on campus was the soccer field!!!

The Rollins soccer coaches had been watching Chicky play for several months and were very impressed.

We were pleased with their program and the college’s academic curriculum and student environment.  The school’s small campus will be perfect for a small-town girl…

Chicky made a verbal commitment.

Then began the long process of applying for early admission.

Rollins is one of the top schools in the Southeast.  It’s also a small college.  They can afford to be choosy.

It can be nerve-wracking to sit and wait for that letter…especially when it’s something you want so desperately.

And that’s when the mailman brought my second favorite thing (my favorite being yarn, of course).

To celebrate, Chicky ate on the Red Plate tonight.

I’ll write on the back of it tomorrow…noting the special-ness of today.

It’s kind of strange to think, but by this time next year, Chicky will be coming home from her first semester away.

Time is gonna fly…I just know it.

Soccer Chick Makes a Big Decision

See if you can guess by this photo:

That, my friends, is Rollins College women’s soccer team.  Today, Chicky verbally committed to play there in 2010, her Freshman year.

I know it seems strange for a junior (almost a senior) in high school to commit so early, but that’s the name of the game in soccer.  Coaches try to fill their rosters two years in advance.

Chicky called the coach this afternoon.  Signing day won’t be until sometime next Spring.

I am thrilled beyond belief and trusting God to provide the difference between the scholarship she’ll be receiving and the remaining balance of tuition and boarding fees. He has, after all, brought us this far in what has often seemed a very long journey…one that’s not over yet.

I’m looking forward to buying out the bookstore and adorning myself in Rollins apparel:

Happy Dance time!

Soccer Chick Visits Rollins College

A few weeks ago, Soccer Chick received an email from the women’s coach at Rollins College.  He had seen her play in the last State Cup round and was very interested.  He asked her to visit the college so they could talk.

Because we were traveling to south Florida for the Round of 16, we decided it would be a good time to throw in a visit to the college.

Rollins College is located in Winter Park, Florida.  It’s on the outskirts of Orlando…about a six-hour drive from home.  We began our journey after school on Thursday.

Now, first off, I have to make a few comments about hotels.

You know you’re spoiled when you walk into a hotel room and start critiquing it.  How many plugs does it have for us to recharge our cell phones, camera batteries, and iPods?  This one did not have near enough.  Someone would run out of juice the next day, and a fierce battle began.  Thanks, Mr., for booking El Cheapo Hotel.  This hotel was apparently acquired by the hotel next door, as there were two very different buildings.  The hotel’s restaurant was located in the center, and the waitresses reminded me of those from the 70’s…short dresses, white pantyhose…

To their credit, our waitress was AMAZING!  We were in a hurry, although we were polite enough not to act like it, and were served within ten minutes.  We had eaten and paid in fewer than twenty.

The hotel we stayed in Friday night was much, much different.  It’s a Residence Inn.  Every room is a suite with a full kitchen, king-size bed, and living quarters…pull-out bed, comfy chair, and desk.  What a difference!  The Mr. is henceforth banned from making hotel reservations as the latter one was made by Soccer Chick’s team manager (a woman, no less).

Ok…back to the point of this post.  Chicky’s visit to the college.

We drove down Park Avenue, which runs straight into the college.  What a quaint area!  Park Avenue is a brick street, lined with shops and cafes.  You can do some serious shopping only blocks from the school!  There was a beautiful park across the street from the shops.  It reminded me of the times of old…lampposts, large, open grassy area…the perfect place for summer concerts.

Then, we saw the college entrance.  As we passed through, the first thing we saw was the soccer field, located on our left.

Can you believe it?  The soccer field!!!!  Soccer fields are usually stuck way in the back of schools with little signage to point the way.  Here it was, the central part of the school!!

Oh yeah, a very good first impression.

We drove around for awhile, looking for the athletic center.  The Mr. is directionally-challenged, so we went in circles.  We finally located the building and had him drop us off while he searched for parking.

We had a long meeting with the soccer coach.  I’ve gotta say that he did a great job…asking Chicky very specific questions about what she was looking for in a college, what she expected from her soccer career in college, and a host of other things she had probably not given much consideration to before.  And then he told us how he saw Chicky fitting into his program.  He made us feel like she was sought after for a very specific reason, and he made her feel wanted.  That was the best part.  I guess that’s what recruiting is about…making sure you’re a good fit.

The assistant coach, a very likable gal, took us around campus.  Here are some pictures I snapped along the way…

Lake Virginia - Rollins has several water sports that compete on this lake, which provides a scenic backdrop for many dorm buildings

The view from the top floor of one dorm building. You can see the high rises of Orlando in the distance.

We ate lunch at the main cafeteria.  Now, this was not your typical cafeteria food.  It was absolutely divine!  I ate Pasta Fagiole.  Chicky had some kind of fancy salad, while the guys ate some Italian concoction.  There was seafood, all kinds of meats, subs…you name it, it was there.

Several of the girls on the team ate lunch with us, so we got to pick their brains…ask pointed questions…and watch the overall dynamics.  They all seemed to genuinely like one another as well as the assistant coach, who was still with us.

After lunch, Chicky attended class with the team captain.  This was where I got nervous for her.  She tends to be very shy when meeting new people, which makes this recruiting process very difficult.  She clams up, so people don’t get to see her very vibrant personality.

While she was in class, we went to the bookstore.  I could totally see myself decked out in Rollins gear…sitting during a game and cheering her on.  I restrained myself.  She’s not there yet.

After class, Chicky attended a technical drills testing session.  Yay!  We got to sit in the stands and watch.

Here are some pictures of what it would (or will) look like from my seating, should she decide to play there…

Before we left, Chicky asked us to purchase a t-shirt for her from the bookstore.  Ahhh…me thinks this is a good sign.

Time will tell.