The Analog Of The 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.
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.
How cool it would be to be on a bike. But my speed is more of an off road Yamaha ATV. Besides how would I fit all these kids on the back of my bike? Yes, I am a soccer mom and there is no way I could fit all my kid’s stuff on that bike.
Yes, that is the plight of the soccer mom. And that is what I am. I ride the open road in a mini van and the only tattoo I have is a parrot from a cereal box. I am normal, average and everyday.
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 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.
Kadhaliye (single) by Urban Unity