My new title.
I’ve had the Volvo station wagon for a while now.
The nanny share.
The move to the suburbs.
Nail in the coffin, I am literally a soccer mom now.
But today, as I hear her teammates cheer AP on and screech her name out loud (pronouncing it perfectly and not at all as though it’s a foreign name that elicits confusion and tongue tripping) at the top of their reedy voices (first graders, much gangle), my heart lurches and I smile.