Goodbye, ego. Goodbye, former self who swore I would never own one of these:
Hello, Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse. Funny how all the “I’ll never be a mom who–“ and “You’ll never catch me doing that” assertions fly out the window as soon as you find it tough to fit a second car seat in your compact SUV.
This van was a serious, direct answer to prayer and I feel like we kinda stole the thing. I’m so thankful for it I can’t even tell you. But here’s the undeniable truth:
Fact: Minivans are a gateway drug to mom jeans.
And still wearing maternity clothes when your youngest is in kindergarten.
And mom haircuts.
And probably decorating with teddy bear borders.
It’s a slippery slope.
But here I am. No longer toeing the line of mommyhood with my SUV and one child. I’m all in. I’m navigating the tough streets of suburbia from my sensible perch in a family-friendly ride, clinging with everything I’ve got to my skinny jeans – yes my maternity skinny jeans – still unwilling to surrender the radio to “The Wheels on the Bus” and “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
So if you see me at a stoplight? Know that deep within, I’m rebelling against the minivan, even as my world slowly gives way to sippy cups, potty training methods and convenience-over-style.
But you guys will say something if you see me considering a teddy bear border, right? Don’t let this get out of hand.