I drive a minivan.
I drive a minivan and I like it.
I like it a lot.
Yep. I do.
It might not be a hot ride like the Hubbinator’s sports car, but I love it.
Don’t be a hater.
I had a minivan for six years when the Boy and Girl were little. Then a few years ago I thought that I wanted to “get away” from that SexyMobile and bought an SUV. I was super jazzed about that at first. Probably because it was new. But it didn’t take long for me to start missing my SwagWagon. For real.
Every flipping time one of the kids was opening a door in that SUV I was freaking out. “Be careful! Don’t ding the car next to you!!” Even at 12 and 13 years old … I still had door-ding-anxiety. I had always appreciated the sliding doors on the minivan because they made my life easy by providing lots of space for me to get in the car–diaper bag and all–and help the kids get situated and buckled. They were perfect, too, because the kids could open and close their own doors at a pretty early age–
giving me one less thing to do providing them with a feeling of independence and helpfulness. I loved it when it was raining and I could open the “robot doors” from far away and we could all just tumble into the van quickly and get out of the weather. Yep, I loved those sliding doors.
Also nice–going somewhere with grandparents, family or friends. We all easily fit into the van and we could take a single vehicle to whatever hip and happening place we were headed–you know, like the zoo or the science museum. One vehicle = good for the environment, less $$ in gas, more fun when we could all ride and sing and
throw Cheerios at talk with each other. I’m sure the grandparents enjoyed every screeching boisterous, happy trip with us.
Oh, the awesomeness of the TV / DVD player. I freaking LOVE that thing. (*Decent Mom Disclaimer: We have played tons of “car games” together. We still do. We sing together. We talk. etc. etc. etc. There have been plenty of “involved parenting in the car” moments. I didn’t usually use the TV unless we were heading on a longer trip. I’m only qualifying this for the Judgey McJudgertons out there who think that using the TV to occupy the kids constitutes deadbeat parenting. **Note: If you’re of the Judge-a-palooza Party, you’re probably not gonna love me … I’m not a Supermom. I know that. I’ve already talked about how I’m doing the doggy paddle and the fact that I’m lazy. So let’s just assume that I spend a lot of time playing with, talking with, teaching and loving my kids in all the important ways, m’kay? Good. So, let’s get back to the wonders of the DVD-in-the-van thing.) The closest we’ve ever lived to any family member is 45 minutes with most being a few hours away … I can only sing to Laurie Berkner for so long before I will lose every last marble I have. She’s wonderful. I love her happy, fun music. Just not three straight hours kind of love. Sometimes it’s nice to turn that DVD player on and let
me the kids have some quiet time to relax.
Thank you minivan RES (Rear Entertainment System) for the sanity.
Another thing about the Grocery Getter that is so fabulous … the ability and flexibility to fit an army of small children, a lifetime supply of Cheerios or a gargantuan double stroller / a pack ‘n play / a bouncy seat and a diaper bag for two in the trunk. (Note: I do not condone the use of children in the armed forces or cramming a bunch of random little kids into a vehicle. Car seats and / or booster seats are the legal way to do it. But, seriously, if you used a minivan as a clown car, you could fit an entire elementary school in that thing. You would surely lose your mind driving that many kids around town, but if you felt so inclined, you could do it.) As the kids get older and I’m driving them–and their friends–to and from all kinds of activities, it’s been super to have them all pile in. They’ve got enough room so they’re not on top of each other. That’s wonderful because every parent knows that two or more children in close proximity of one another naturally leads to the stop-touching-me, get-your-leg-off-of-mine, and stay-on-your-side arguments that always end with “Mooooooooommmmmmmm / Daaaaaaaaaaaddddddd!!!!! Make him / her stop!” So, yeah, the extra space is nice.
The longer I had my SUV, the more I wanted my Kid Kart back. For reals. I missed my sliding doors and spacious cargo area. I didn’t want to have to play TrunkTetris every time we went away for a weekend trying to fit our luggage and crap in the back of the car. I wanted my non-truck-feeling-ride again. The smooth, gliding-on-a-cloud feel, not the jostle and jolt of the SUV.
When I looked online and found a nice, gently-used SoccerMomMobile for a great price at a local car place, I went to check it out. It was so nice. I felt like I was putting on a pair of super comfy favorite slippers. And I traded in my SUV for the Silver Bullet. (Yep, that’s what I call my little beast.) I’m a happy girl again. And you know that saying about Mama bein’ happy.
I love my SwaggerWagon. And I love this video. ‘Cause, yah, this is legit.