Dear College-Aged Individual Who Gave My Minivan a Disapproving Glance,
I noticed that judgmental expression you flashed my way while we were stopped at that light. I can only imagine you were saying, “I could never drive a minivan!” in the most condescending manner to your friend in that stylish little Mazda.
And your friend likely echoed, “Totally! So lame!” (Or whatever it is you young people say these days.)
I understand your perspective. You’re radiant and youthful, with everything in its rightful place, without the aid of undergarments or shapewear. You feel all-knowing, and the world seems to belong to you. Your compact, trendy car is perfect for your backpack and the occasional late-night Taco Bell run with friends.
However, what you may not realize is that I didn’t emerge into motherhood as a frazzled driver of a minivan. Not so long ago, I was once in your shoes—carefree, confident, and sporting smooth skin without any hint of the stresses that come with raising children. I drove a sporty coupe, free from the remnants of snacks, toys, and whatever oddities might be lurking in the cup holders.
In essence, I was you.
Fast forward a decade or so, and you might find yourself in my position. By then, you will understand that your metabolism doesn’t quite handle all that fast food as it once did, and your parents might not seem so out of touch. When you’re juggling a baby car seat, a diaper bag, groceries, and a toddler, you’ll discover the sheer convenience of a minivan’s sliding doors. That same door that you currently deem “lame” could be a lifesaver when your child decides to fling their door open next to an expensive car at the store.
I’ll admit, receiving a condescending look from a younger person can be a bit disheartening. It serves as a reminder that my Friday nights now consist of shopping for birthday gifts for my kids’ many social events, all while I sip wine without even being asked for ID (the horror!) and often find myself dozing off on the couch before 9:30 PM.
But take note: while you may believe that this stage of life is light-years away, karma has a way of catching up. She often brings along some unwelcome surprises—like stretch marks, gray hair, and a wardrobe that no longer fits. Be wary; she might just be driving a minivan.
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Summary:
In this reflection on the perception of motherhood and the minivan stereotype, we explore the unexpected truths about growing older and the realities of parenting. From youthful judgments to the eventual acceptance of a minivan lifestyle, the cycle of karma in motherhood is undeniable.
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