An Ode To The Urban Warrior, The Soccer Mom
Posted by Knowledge Guy in Family and Home Life, tags: Carpool Lane, Cereal Box, Classic Motorcycle, Computer Industry, Cool Tattoos, Design Tattoos, Freeway, Haggle, kids, Killer Job, Laptop Computer Bags, Lonely One, Mom, mothers, mum, Normalcy, Sensible Shoes, Soccer Mom, Starbucks, Urban America, Urban Rebel, Urban Warrior, Wet Naps, Yamaha AtvI love the idea of the urban rebel. The type of person that may have a killer job in the computer industry or something but you’d never know it. You see these people in Los Angeles all the time and I always wonder where they are headed to. Are they going to work or a really awesome rave?
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.
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.
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.
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 chosen profession is not a lonely one. I am never alone. And I see the warriors beside me on the freeway in their own quest to reach the next destination in time. We race from light to light to get to the bakery, the drugstore and of course the sacred Starbucks line. We wear our shields of denim proudly and walk with ease in our sensible shoes. We are always prepared with snacks and wet naps to handle any dilemma.
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.