Dear Young Woman Who Gave My Minivan the Side-Eye:
I noticed the judgmental glance you shot my way while we were at that stoplight. I can almost hear you sneering, “I’ll never be caught dead in a minivan,” to your friend in her cute little hatchback.
And she probably chimed in with something like, “Totally lame, right?” (Or whatever you all say these days.)
I understand where you’re coming from. You’re youthful and stunning, with everything about you still in its rightful place—no Spanx or underwire needed. Life feels like a never-ending adventure, and anyone over twenty-five is just a relic of the past. You drive a compact car because your biggest cargo is maybe a backpack and a couple of friends, likely clutching Taco Bell bags and dreaming about late-night snacks.
But here’s the twist: I wasn’t always this minivan-driving, busy mom of four. Just a few years ago, I too was young, smug, and carefree, zooming around in a sporty coupe that was blissfully free from the remnants of childhood—no Goldfish crumbs, baby wipes, or sticky toys lying around. I never imagined I would one day be the proud owner of a Mom-Mobile.
Believe it or not, I was once you.
Fast forward a decade, and you might find yourself in my shoes. By then, you’ll realize that your metabolism can’t keep up with those Taco Bell runs and that your parents might actually have some wisdom to share. When you find yourself juggling an infant seat, a diaper bag, and groceries while trying to wrangle a toddler, you’ll appreciate that sliding door on a minivan more than you can imagine—especially when it saves you from that unfortunate scratch on the shiny car parked next to you at the store.
I won’t lie; it stings a bit to get that “You’re such a loser” look from someone who thinks they have everything figured out. It’s a tough reminder that my Friday nights are now spent preparing for endless birthday parties (gift bags re-used, of course) or sipping wine I can buy without being carded, only to promptly fall asleep on the couch by 9:00 p.m.
But mark my words: as you revel in your youth, karma is waiting in the wings. She’ll bring stretch marks, gray hairs that feel more like straw, and a closet full of jeans that no longer fit. Yes, karma has a way of catching up, and I’m pretty sure she drives a minivan.
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In summary, the journey of motherhood is full of unexpected turns and lessons. Embrace what comes your way, because one day, you may just find yourself navigating life in a minivan too.