I told myself I would never do it. I would avoid them at all costs. I would drive the biggest SUV I could find before I would be forced behind the wheel of a minivan. Minivan?!? Me? Never!!! But somehow here I am. 8 months into being a minivan owner.
The funny thing is that I can’t even pinpoint the exact thing that makes me hate minivans so much. I don’t think I’m too cool to drive one but it just not…”me”.
I know I’m a mom. I know I have two kids. I know that two kids come with a lot of stuff. I know that strollers take up a lot of room. I know that minivans are perfect for all the above because they are practical. But I don’t want to be practical when it comes to the car I drive, I want to be fun. I want to have a great sound system that makes all my favorite songs sound amazing. I want to drive something that doesn’t feel like I’m backing up a semi. I want to look cool and hip (even if that sounds vain) as I drive through the McDonald’s drive thru with my 2 loud kiddos.
One of my dirty little secrets is that on my way to and from work when I’m all alone I jam out to music. I turn the volume all the way up and sing my heart out. OK, that is a lie. I actually rap my heart out because there is still a little part of me that never left college. Do you have any idea how weird it feel to rap in a minivan? Hint- WEIRD!Hanging in the Mini
Despite my dislike for minivans I am trying to make peace with my new set of wheels. I might still call it a “mini” instead of a minivan (sounds just a little cooler). I might have picked a white one because I thought it stood out less than red or blue. I might even daydream about that cool car that I really wish I was driving. But I have come to the conclusion that my minivan does not define me, so for now I will just crank up the rap and jam out with pride.