Throughout my life I made a series of promises to myself about the person I was to become as I got older. For example, I promised myself I would not chop off my hair as soon as I became a mom. I promised to stay up to date on fashion and never allow myself to go around in sweats all day, looking like I just rolled out of bed. I promised to listen to new music and avoid "soft rock," oldies, and talk radio stations.
So I admit I've been a little lenient on the rules. Mostly I listen to the Wiggles, Ralph's World, Dora.... I also spend a fair amount of time listening to talk radio programs and "oldies" (how in the world did music I listened to in high school become dubbed oldies?) I do manage to find new music that I like, on occasion, and actually listen to it. I also have days when I'm in sweats that are covered in any combination of dirt, drool, snot, food, and spit up, but I at least try to look presentable on occasion.
So far I've been doing a ok job living up to the promises I made for myself. But there was one rule I set for myself that I swore I'd never break. I always swore that I would NEVER, EVER drive a mini-van. At least not by choice. So I had my cool, gas-guzzling SUV that held the kids and the gear and got us up to Tahoe in the worst weather. I wanted more passenger space and fuel economy, and it was annoying trying to find parking spaces big enough to be able to open large SUV doors on both sides of the car that were wide enough to get the girls out of their ginormous car seats; but hey, that's the price you pay for being a cool mom, right?
I don't know how it happened, but ever so slowly I started envying those moms who were driving mini-vans. I would rationalize to myself that I in no way wanted to drive a minivan, but it sure would be great to have a third row and those ugly, yet functional sliding doors. Not to mention they open and close with the push of a button these days. And down the slippery-slope I slid.
So last week I decided that it was time to surrender the cause and admit to the world that I'm not as cool as I promised myself I would become. I'm now a proud owner of a Honda Odyssey mini-van, which I love more that ever imagined.
So I admit I've been a little lenient on the rules. Mostly I listen to the Wiggles, Ralph's World, Dora.... I also spend a fair amount of time listening to talk radio programs and "oldies" (how in the world did music I listened to in high school become dubbed oldies?) I do manage to find new music that I like, on occasion, and actually listen to it. I also have days when I'm in sweats that are covered in any combination of dirt, drool, snot, food, and spit up, but I at least try to look presentable on occasion.
So far I've been doing a ok job living up to the promises I made for myself. But there was one rule I set for myself that I swore I'd never break. I always swore that I would NEVER, EVER drive a mini-van. At least not by choice. So I had my cool, gas-guzzling SUV that held the kids and the gear and got us up to Tahoe in the worst weather. I wanted more passenger space and fuel economy, and it was annoying trying to find parking spaces big enough to be able to open large SUV doors on both sides of the car that were wide enough to get the girls out of their ginormous car seats; but hey, that's the price you pay for being a cool mom, right?
I don't know how it happened, but ever so slowly I started envying those moms who were driving mini-vans. I would rationalize to myself that I in no way wanted to drive a minivan, but it sure would be great to have a third row and those ugly, yet functional sliding doors. Not to mention they open and close with the push of a button these days. And down the slippery-slope I slid.
So last week I decided that it was time to surrender the cause and admit to the world that I'm not as cool as I promised myself I would become. I'm now a proud owner of a Honda Odyssey mini-van, which I love more that ever imagined.
5 comments:
Mindy-
You took the words right out of my mouth! Are we getting older or are older things just cooler now? Lets just agree that the latter is true, deal?
I am glad you have joined the blog world!! Keep posting. Love the mini-van picture.
Alyssa
Hooray for blogs! I can't wait for you to pick me up so we can take a drive in your "sweet ride" - I love the tongue out - as if to say, "I still didn't give in all the way!"
Ha ha! We all are succombing to the "curse" of parenthood. I'm actually coveting your mini-van! Hope all is well! Loves,Michelle
HA HA! The minivan (any of them) is Blake's dream car! He wants it NOW and we don't even have children yet. I hold the same sentiments as you did...No way. I'm sure I'll change my mind once we have children in tow - it does suit the practical side of me quite nicely. One piece of unsolicited advice, don't let the little ones play with the key fob if you are parked within range - it's one thing when they just unlock the door, it's a whole other thing when the door slides open with the push of a button. Yep, seen it happen.
Let me tell you how sexy it is to have your wife driving a mini-van. It's my dream come true :)
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