With the three children deadline approaching (made it to my 3rd trimester finally, yes!), we are on the hunt for a new vehicle. Not because we are cool enough to just buy a new car, but because I literally can not jam three car seats into the back of mine.
So now, when we mention that we are on the look-out for a new-used car, the automatic question from everyone becomes:
“Why don’t you just get a minivan??”
Why not indeed?
They have those nice sliding doors, they are low enough to the ground to allow small children to climb up by themselves, they have nice gas mileage, and let’s not forget their cool and fashionable, unmistakeable shape.
The plain and simple truth is–
I don’t feel ready to be a minivan mom.
In my defense, I feel that I have done my time with a minivan. I drove an awesome forest green minivan with holes in the floor all throughout high school. All of my life, my parents had minivans. I’ve pretty much just graduated out of the minivan stage.
And I dread going back.
It’s a hard decision to make, though. Ben is feeling hugely guilty about spending more money on another car, just so we can not have a minivan, even though he shares my beliefs. And when I’m honest about our money (or lack thereof, which I completely take fault for as I haven’t been working my usual hours at the hospital), I know we are stretching our budget with the vehicles we have been looking at.
I’m 25 years old, for cryin’ out loud. Yes, I’m a mom to three, but does that automatically mean I have to be banned to the minivan life?
I feel like it’s my last holdout to being semi-normal. I just.don’t.want.to.do.it.
What do you think? Am I being too melodramatic? Is the minivan not the torturous vehicle of uncoolness I am envisioning? Should I just accept the inevitable and admit to myself that I am a Minivan Mom?