My friend Maddy
often writes about her two boys and how they have such a hard time with transitions and riding in their vehicle. I feel for her when she blogs about their family’s trials and tribulations going to Target or the grocery store.
In contrast, my kids LOVE going places. For Demetrius, there is always the opportunity to play with toys, watch a DVD, or get a snack. The benefits for him far outweigh the downsides. Maya’s just a car girl. At some point in her life she’s going to play a role in a high school musical of Grease. She just loves cars. I also worry that she’ll go ga-ga over some doofus in high school that can only drool his name and takes shop, but drives a Bitchin’ Camaro and has an idea about my daughter and that vehicle with too much room without an uncomfortable hump in the backseat of that gas guzzler. Let me take that back, I’m channeling the 1980s – a cool hybrid muscle car, circa 2015.
I, however, drive a 99 VW Jetta. I love my 99 Jetta. Its got over 100k on it, a big scratch in the passenger side door (starting to rust) and its paid for. PAID FOR. My favorite kind of car. Yea, I’ve had to throw some coin into it this year, but it is PAID FOR. Let me just say, Maya is not impressed. She sees a Lexus SUV and makes an appropriate comparison in her head. How she can even ride with me anywhere, I don’t know. She’d rather be in that monstrosity, and I would too, if it were a paid for 99 Jetta. Poor girl.
Anyway, my car was in the shop, and I got a rental from the shop (they didn’t fix it right the first time….), a real boy toy type of car. A Dodge Avenger. When I drove up to D’s soccer practice in, the kids yelled, “LOOK AT DADDY’S NEW CAR!” When I told them it was just a rental, for one night, they heard and saw only what they wanted, “DADDY’S GOT A NEW CAR.” So we went to get ice cream after practice, every one in the place heard about my new car. They both traded seats in the back to get the different perspective from this ‘BIG GRAY CAR.’ At one point Maya put her legs up on the seat and pointed out she could put here legs across the car! Then she told Demetrius to stop touching her (I had to remind her that she had her legs on him, that technically, she was touching him). No matter, she was in the throes of new car love.
Later that night, we worried we couldn’t find the wee ones and we heard something the garage, they both were sitting in the backseat of the car, reveling in its new car ‘newness’.
This morning, we had to sit in it on the way to the bus stop. As we walked, post reveling, I held Maya’s hand.
Maya: Daddy, are you really getting your Jed-DA back today?
Daddy: Yes, and I have to take the gray car back.
Maya goes quiet. Looks at me.
Maya: Well, at least I’ll have fun riding on the bus, still.
She’s learning folks. She’s gonna make a great wife someday, ain’t she? I’ve got guilt that my car needs an upgrade for my 5 year old. I’m a sucker.