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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.

I love seeing these guys on the freeway. Dawned in their leather jackets with their distressed laptop computer bags snug close to them in a fashionable and cool way that never works for me. Jamming down the open road of the interstate they haven’t got a care.

I see him for a moment but for a long enough time to see design tattoos on his open chest and another on the back of his hand. He is off like a light as I am stalled in traffic and I wonder for a moment what it would be like to have his life and not mine.

I picture myself if I could live this life because boy I would want to. To jump on the back a classic motorcycle and run off into the sunset with a professional rebel. But alas when the picture comes to my head I see myself more in the carpool lane on a Yamaha ATV.

Alas I have chosen the life of the urban soccer mom. We are a proud race who barrel down the freeway so we aren’t late for an oboe lesson or football game. My tattoo however is pretty cool. I got it from a box of cereal the other day and it really rocks, you can’t beat Sponge bob.

And I am not alone. Out there on the open road I see a dozens of me driving the same range to and from school, the market and the dry cleaners. We are bold in our outerwear of practical denim and our bags of steel that can hold up to twenty snacks for any emergency.

Yes we are the fearless mothers of urban America who can bargain with coupons and haggle over extra texting charges. We are trained to wait for hours in our car and know every song of Miley Cyrus. We wait in vigil until our one day of the years we are acknowledge nationally, you call it Mother’s Day, we call it Victory Day. We know our goals, to effective raise children who won’t be annoying to others. We carry ourselves proudly knowing we are doing an important task.

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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