June 28th, 2009
I was waiting at the intersection for the signal to turn green. Suddenly, I heard sequels of laughter from the car next to me. I turned and saw a Volvo station wagon full of girls in soccer uniforms. They were about eleven or twelve chattering among themselves. The mom driving was oblivious to the noise coming from the back seat of her car.
At first I was relieved it wasn’t me behind that steering wheel. I couldn’t imagine driving one more carpool to one more soccer game. For years I drove my two girls and their teammates to games all over the San Francisco Bay Area. I spent many a weekend at tournaments, but one of the perks of endless hours of sitting through those games was comparing notes with the other moms about the whereabouts of our daughters.
As our girls entered their teen years and boys and drugs circled their lives, we grew closer as a community of moms. We began to rely on those weekend morning soccer games to review events from the night before.
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By Marilee Stark
