Thursday, April 17, 2008
Are you a member of the Minivan Mafia?
Why do I call it that? Because so many of these Moms in their minivans drive them like they are trying to run you off the road. I have nothing against Moms or minivans. I love being a Mom, and minivans are fine, but I don't drive one, and if I have my way I will not drive one. I've driven (not owned, but driven) minivans, and they have many advantages - decent gas mileage, roomy, easy to drive, can transport a developing nation in the third row, etc. But there's just something about a minivan. Every time I think about owning and driving one, I feel like I should put on my white Keds, Mom jeans and Reindeer sweater, let my roots grow out, and just give UP. In other words, I equate the minivan to losing every part of myself that feels young, hip, attractive or anywhere near to being under 45. I am not criticizing others - I am sure there are many minivan Moms who don't fit in my mental stereotype, but this is the vision I have of myself if I were to get behind the wheel of a minivan. I'm sure there will come a time when Matt and I will have to battle it out over our next form of transportation. Despite the fact that the Honda is still going strong (220,000+miles, thank you very much), we don't foresee the Jetta lasting more than another 3 years (if we are very lucky). And if we have another baby, your basic 4 door sedan is not going to cut it. Any suggestions? Can anyone else relate to my feelings about losing my youthful self in the depths of a Honda Odyssey? I think I am just feeling the effects of another birthday around the corner.