Learning to drive on a minivan would be enough to scar any teenager. Which is why at sixteen I swore I'd never, ever, never drive one again.
Oh how things change. At thirty - with two kids - I've had mine for two years. I will admit I fought the idea at first. Now I absolutely love the thing. In fact, when DH and I began discussing the merits of trading in said minivan for a car - better gas mileage, lower monthly payments, the kids are getting older - I was surprised to find myself disappointed. There are so many things I would miss - most of all the automatic sliding door that makes coralling two children that much more manageable.
But the very fact that we've been discussing the pros and cons of the minivan begs the question, when did I become the minivan mom?
It's definitely not what I had planned for my life. Sure I knew I always wanted to have kids but somehow I thought I'd miss that PTA Mommy factor.
Apparently not. And the fact that I've just spent my entire day tracking down a wooden picnic table in October (I won't mention how many people bit back laughter when I asked if they had one in stock...) proves that I've truly crossed that threshold. I've become my mother.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Mom. She was a really good mom! But I always thought I'd be different. Not better, just different. And yet I'm not. I spend my mornings rushing to get lunches packed, children dressed, permission slips completed. I write checks, dole out milk money and run to Wal-Mart at 7:45 in the morning because we need icing for our homework.
My life has become a merry-go-round. And I wouldn't change it for a thing. Which is why we've decided to keep the van. Please pray that gas prices stay low.
How is your life different than you'd imagined it would be?