That's Emilia in her new soccer uniform. Emilia is now playing soccer, which, if I'm not mistaken, makes me a soccer mom.No offense to soccer moms - some of my best friends are soccer moms - but I never thought that I'd actually be one. My kids, I always imagined, were going to be bookish, artsy types, reading Latin by the age of five and composing sonatas by nine. Soccer? I just never thought about soccer, except when I thought about soccer moms - latte-toting, yoga-pant-wearing, minivan-driving suburban alpha moms - and when I thought about soccer moms I always thought, that? Will never be me. If only because I a) intended to never wear yoga pants, and b) do not drive, never mind drive a minivan. Whether or not my children might want to play soccer never entered the equation.
Now, it seems, it has. And I've already got the yoga pants, so...
Guess I'd better learn how to drive.
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wait--what? you don't know how to drive? i feel like the only folks i have ever met under the age of 80 who didn't know how to drive were staunch born and bred manhattanites and kdiddy. you live in canada. it just isn't so crowded there as to live without a car easily i would think. what is THAT about?
there are people who know how to drive and choose not to on a regular basis to save money, oil, earth. my husband and i are those people.
you weren't itching for it at 16?
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