I 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?

As he passes me I wonder if he’s going to go meet with his celebrity girlfriend or produce the next hit song. He slows down by me in his designer coat with his leather laptop computer bags swaying in the breeze of the fresh LA air. He acts like life is his oyster and he is never late but always on time because ‘he’ is there.

I see him for a moment but for a long enough time to see design tattoos on his open chest and another on the back of his hand. He is off like a light as I am stalled in traffic and I wonder for a moment what it would be like to have his life and not mine.

It would be so cool to ride the open road like that. I’d love to jump on a bike and take off. But then I realize I’d probably too chicken in LA traffic and feel better on a Yamaha ATV. The carpool lane is my home as my car is full of children getting to the next lesson they are scheduled for.

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.

And I am not alone. Out there on the open road I see a dozens of me driving the same range to and from school, the market and the dry cleaners. We are bold in our outerwear of practical denim and our bags of steel that can hold up to twenty snacks for any emergency.

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 hats off to you the rebel man who passes me on the freeway of life every day. And secretly I know you are winking at me because you have a mother as well who supported you. In that little wink you say thank you for me being there for my kids. And while he passes me he is thankful he is not in the car with me listening to Teletubbies.

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