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Soccer Mom Eleven years I’ve done this. My tired Subaru a sore thumb now amid this gleaming convoy of minivans, Explorers, and Jeeps. Another early morning rendezvous, another new-mown field still moist with dewy slumber, abruptly awakened by eager cleats. With coffee quickly cooling in my Stop ‘n Go styrofoam, I settle into the familiar confines of my fraying lawnchair; my constant companion of so many Saturdays. Not knowing if the slip of emotion growing in my soul is a smile or a tear, I savor the sight of my youngest as he high-five’s a teammate after a warm-up drill goal, and I am once again aware of how quickly these seasons are passing. |
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