As some of you know from my facebook status last week; “I am entering into the land of mini-van ownership, I never thought it would happen to me.” For whatever reason, this milestone really made me not feel like a kid anymore.
Let’s do a brief recap of the past 10 years:
- In the last 10 years I’ve graduated from college, gotten married, bought two houses, enrolled in a retirement plan, bought a couple cars, had a baby, worked for the same organization for nearly 10 years (with college kids no less who remind me daily that I wasn’t born in 1985 and don’t know who Seinfeld is, or more importantly, Pee Wee Herman.) and have almost completed an M.A. really. not. a kid.
Yet it was the minivan that pushed me over the emotional threshold of “wow, I really can’t pretend to be cool and young anymore” As many commercials as they make like this: this:
When it comes down to it, you’re still driving a van and not a cute coupe, tough jeep or even the 1994 corolla that you had in college. Even though I was thankful that my husband went into crazy spreadsheet mode to find us a great deal in our price range, I dig the fold-in floor seats and we can haul a ton of crap for camping, junk scavenging or grocery shopping, I think a little piece of me died when we rolled off the dealer’s parking lot.
As we drove around this weekend in our new ride, I was really grumpy. I pictured myself stopping at intersections, not being the cute young thing that would be scoped out anymore, carefree heading to 7/11 for a slurpee at midnight, but something more akin to this:
So, maybe I’m overreacting a bit but for some reason this felt like one of those things I never pictured myself doing. I do remember that on some level you can choose to live with the simple wonder and enjoyment of a kid. Though I continue to grow older and will hit many more milestones (God willing!) that will make me feel older, I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I need to “act my age”and not care about simple things or even just having fun.
There are many more things that make you grapple with aging- your first grey hair, the birth of kids, noticing your parents slowing down and aging, drinking handcrafted micro-brews instead of natural light. Or as one of my friends recently experienced, helping a teenager figure out what to do when they hit your car and need to call their insurance company.
Blog friends- what was the threshold emotional or otherwise that has made you feel like “whoa- I’m not a kid anymore?” I’d love to know your moments!