I GUESS I'M A SOCCER MOM
I'm about to head out
for my daughter's evening soccer game—
this is what my Friday night's
have come to.
"Soccer Mom" is such a distasteful label—
aren't all labels?
I don't drive a mini-van—
yet.
Having three kids changes little things
that aren't so little like—
the size of your car,
the table you ask for at a restaurant,
and the way you're
looked at.
I've been thrown off by the many
people who respond to our news
about having another
with shock (and awe?)
like we must have a screw loose
to surpass the
sensible two.
Parents of larger families
get it—say
that having just two
just wasn't right for them because
it's too neat. Yes—
that's it.
for my daughter's evening soccer game—
this is what my Friday night's
have come to.
"Soccer Mom" is such a distasteful label—
aren't all labels?
I don't drive a mini-van—
yet.
Having three kids changes little things
that aren't so little like—
the size of your car,
the table you ask for at a restaurant,
and the way you're
looked at.
I've been thrown off by the many
people who respond to our news
about having another
with shock (and awe?)
like we must have a screw loose
to surpass the
sensible two.
Parents of larger families
get it—say
that having just two
just wasn't right for them because
it's too neat. Yes—
that's it.
posted by J.B. Rowell at 6:42 PM
2 Comments:
3 is a good number!! I used to hate mini-vans, but as I get older I mellow. Love it!!
Thanks Pat - my husband vowed never to own a mini-van - we'll see! We all mellow, don't we?
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