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The Life Of An Urban Soccer Mom
There is nothing like the vivacious vibe of the urban rebel I see on the freeways of Los Angeles every day. I see him looking so cool and hip. I wonder where he is going. He is most likely a great guy with a killer job in the entertainment industry, maybe the writer of the next big hit.
It’s really cool when I see them on the freeway. Of course they are wearing a helmet because they are cool and don’t play games with their lives. They are going down the open road with their laptop computer bags flapping in the wind in a cool designer color or some soft leather or canvas.
As he passes me I look for just a second to see design tattoos on his neck just under his helmet. He has another one on his wrist just the right size, not too auspicious. As he slows down ever so slowly to make sure I don’t run him over he gives me a little wink with the knowledge that I appreciate his coolness.
It would be so awesome to ride the open road like that. I’d love to jump on a bike and take off. But then I realize I’d probably too chicken in LA traffic and feel better on a Yamaha ATV. The carpool lane is my home as my car is full of children getting to the next lesson they are scheduled for.
Yet I am a rebel of my own sort, but I have a cause, to raise my kids in this beautiful cement jungle to a place of normalcy. It’s a challenge I have chosen to take and take very seriously. I have my own cool tattoos, but it came out of a cereal box and my kids put in on me upsidown.
My life is not for the squeamish. It takes a lot to do twenty loads of laundry a week and survive with soft skin. I drive on the open road and change lanes with skill to get my kids to guitar practice and dentist appointments. I am always ready with fruit snacks in my bag or an extra pony tail holder in assorted colors should an emergency arise.
Yes we are the proud, the many, the unafraid mothers of America who will go into battle over a parking spot or sit for hours to support a little league. We will put our own selves to the side to sell nuts at Christmas and love our children with all we have. We are a proud growing race that will live on to the next Mother’s day knowing we are important, respected and most likely have a stain on our shirts.
So pass me cool urban man, you couldn’t handle my life. It is paved with fears that you are not ready to face. Enjoy your single hood while you can, because your days are numbered as well until you are in the carpool lane with me too listening to PSP’s in your ear while you brave the urban jungle yet another day.
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