Crap. I’m always just five steps behind on what’s cool. I’m not going to be hipster. And I am good with that. But apparently, Mini Vans are cool now. Call it what you want … the mom-mobile, the shaggin’ wagon {courtesy of my high school years}, the miracle maker, or “the mini” … regardless, it’s a van. And while I believe I’ve stated time and time again, let me reiterate, I just can’t do it.
Aside from my grown-up fear of stepping into a mini van and feeling forty, I have a bet going with my sister-in-law. I am two years into a ten year term. If we vroom up in a van, then I owe her $500. If I abstain from the mommobile, then the money is mine. And really, at this point, it’s not even about the money…it’s about my pride.
I like my friends’ and families’ vans. I get the function. It’s the form I’m not a fan of. I have one friend who said she cried every time she got into her van for the first month of owning it. And now she just pictures herself in a large SUV and she’s all good with it.
It’s not that I’m too good for the Mini {in fact, let’s be honest, it’s too good for me}. It’s that I just don’t want to cry every time I get in my car. And apparently I’m too into vanity to break down and by a van. {that’s likely what my sister and sister-in-law are thinking this very second}. So, I will continue to secretly be jealous of the ease with which others schlep their kiddos in and out of their low-riding minis and the splendor of the stow n go. I will not ooh and ahh {out loud} when people magically make their doors ajar by the touch of a button or get all gaga over the captain’s chair seating. I will maintain my composure when it comes to foaming at the mouth over a mini. For now, at least.
So, check out the article. Perhaps it will give you the push you need to become a mini momma.
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