It was in the 1:30ish hour Saturday afternoon, I still hadn’t taken a shower. I got caught up in the day with working on the aesthetic of my blog. My third born called needing a ride home from work. I told him I would be right there. I left in my joggers I was wearing for the tenth time since washing them, a tee shirt with no bra on, a green sweatshirt that my youngest had spilled ice cream on last night, and my hair pulled back but looking darker than usual since it needed a serious degreaser. To add to my glorious sight, I had on yesterdays makeup. Eyeliner still perfectly in place, just enough smudge under my eyes from the mascara to label it a smoky eye. I drove out of the neighborhood onto the main street and I heard it, very faintly, my radio just loud enough to recognize a familiar sound. But wait, was it David Bowie or Vanilla Ice? I turned it up a little. Oh hell yes…..1990 called and they wanted me to rap.
If there was a problem, yo I’ll solve it
I turned the stereo way up, and started rapping every word like it was the number one chart topper of the week. To add to it, I started doing the dance routine moves from my freshman year of cheer. I was living my best life and I could care less about the world around me. Making the turn into my sons shopping center where he works, I pulled the car up in front of the store and realized as he was walking out I was about to make his worst nightmare come true. I laughed and turned the stereo up louder. “Gunshots rang out like a bell, I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells….”. He opened the door shaking his head and trying to hide from the people sitting outside enjoying their Saturday and eating their lunch. Yes, there I was enjoying my Saturday too. I drove off like the coolest mom I ever thought I was. My third born shaking his head at me. Dying inside, wondering why he got stuck with a mom like me.
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
I kept rapping and finished the song like a boss. As I pulled into the driveway and lowered the stereo, I quietly remembered who I really was. There’s a girl in there who still loves to dance. A girl in there who really doesn’t care what anyone thinks. Woman on the outside, but a girl on the inside who lives life like there is no tomorrow. There is a girl in there who became a mom, who just wants to pass on to her children to enjoy the moment they’re in. No matter my age, no matter the place, no matter who I’m with, if Ice, Ice Baby comes on, you can bet I’m gonna dance. And I hope my kids dance too.
Yo man, lets get out of here…Word to your mother!