When I was 16, I became the proud owner of a little blue Dodge Shadow convertible. I’d been driving a Mazda minivan for nearly a year and had whined and whined until my dad relented and decided to find me something smaller and more suited to a teenager. It was a fun car and I really enjoyed driving it for 6 years. But it got old, the top started to leak, and I needed something a bit more reliable and “adult” once I graduated college and started my professional life.
So I traded it in for a nice, reliable, boring Mazda 626. And that was a great car, too. It served it’s purpose until I got pregnant with my oldest and we decided I needed something bigger to haul all the “stuff” that came with having a baby. That one was an SUV. And then when I got pregnant with #2, I got a minivan which I still have and LOVE, to be perfectly honest.
But on days like today, when spring has sprung and it’s warm and sunny I really miss that convertible. Just a little bit. The problem with convertibles is that they just won’t hold 3 carseats and frankly, I’d miss the kids a lot more than I miss the convertible. Maybe someday I’ll have another one. (And just to be clear, that’s another convertible, NOT another baby!)
