Before we had Superhero 2, I told Super-Spouse we were NOT getting a minivan.
Two children fit plenty comfortably in our humble four-dour vehicle, and there was no reason we needed to upgrade when our vehicle was already paid off.
One week after delivering our little man, hubby and I were on a road trip to celebrate a family graduation, and, with a rear-facing infant car seat directly behind me in the passenger seat, I ate my knees for two hours up and two hours back … and promptly told him, “I told you we needed a larger vehicle.”
He wanted a minivan.
At 26 years old, I told him there was no way I was trading in my cool kid cards to drive a minivan. Minivans were for parents with mom jeans and triple strollers and big, huge bags that had “soccer mom” embroidered across the back. They were for people who carpooled and listened to Light 99.9FM and frankly, were just OLD.
I was a judgmental, young, hip mom with two, not six, children, and I, in all my young mom pride, refused to take the plunge.
So, the very next day, we spent a day at the car dealership and ridiculously drove home a gas-guzzling SUV we couldn’t afford instead.
And the first time my sweet oldest son opened his SUV door straight into a newly painted red convertible, which I then left a note with my name and insurance carrier on the windshield of, I cried on the phone to my then-traveling husband, “Why didn’t you let me get a minivan?!”Read More