Sunday, March 3, 2013

About That Minivan

Never ever in my life did I imagine myself behind the wheel of a minivan. I vowed not to sacrifice my own identity for the sake of my kids by driving a "loser cruiser".  To me, driving a minivan was like giving up, completely letting myself go- I might as well wear mom jeans with sensible sneakers and cease all efforts at attractiveness.
I was chock full of these self-involved opinions until baby #3. Still refusing the van, we went for the large SUV to accommodate our growing posse. Not only did I have a great deal of difficulty maneuvering this land yacht, it did not even work well with three kids in car seats. I was also tired of it's gas-guzzling habits and the dirty looks I received from the self-righteous drivers of smaller gas-sipping vehicles. After a year, I relented. We bought a base-model (I refused to celebrate this purchase by getting something fancy), reliable (read: Toyota) minivan. Yes, it has made life easier. No, I do not “love” it like many of my friends have declared. In fact, I still feel like a loser driving it. Alas, my fears re: letting myself go did not come to fruition. I still wouldn’t wear mom jeans if my life depended on it.

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