I used to be cool.

I went grocery shopping today, in the “big city”.



I was at a stop light next to another woman.




She was driving a sporty car, all shiny and new, had her big cool sunglasses on, and her tunes were pumping out her wide open windows.


Her hair was perfectly straight and highlighted, and her lip gloss was just the right amount of glossy.

Her outfit was perfectly put together.

I couldn’t see the tag on her jeans, but I’m betting they were designer.

And then there was me.






Driving a minivan that kinda smells like a lunch box, covered in back road dust and bird poop,
with not so cool sunglasses,

and the tunes I was pumpin’ was Veggie Tales.


I had a hat on, to hide the fact that I hadn’t washed my hair,
and my lips are dry and chapped from being in the sun all week.

And, though I didn’t realize it till I got home,
I had snot smeared across my upper thigh,
since my baby has a cold and uses me as her kleenex.



Yes.


I shopped with snot smeared all over my jeans.

And didn’t even know it.

And I thought, Looking at her, “That used to be me.”



“I used to be cool.”

And snot free.


I drove a Daytona, 5 speed standard.
I had time to do my hair, apply lip gloss,
and could pump some killer tunes.

And didn’t have any little person rubbing snot on me.






But then, I got to the grocery store,
unloaded my kids who were all laughing and talking and joking around with me,

and I looked at their bright smiling faces,



and I thought,



”Coolness is over rated.”








I’d rather be a Mom.







Snot and all.