You'd think I couldn't get rid of it fast enough. And I couldn't, but sometimes that sentimentality creeps in without my knowledge, let alone my permission. This car. This car who had grown to be unreliable, which, when you have 6 small kids, is absolutely unacceptable, even with AAA and a cell phone. She was old. Older than any of our children.
What?! Yes, we had a minivan even before we had any children, much to the embarrassment of Ryan. Okay, and I'll admit I wasn't too keen on the idea, but when we got married and moved miles away from family, we needed harp transportation. This was what fit the harp. (I don't think people realize what a feat it is to tote around such a huge instrument!) So we got a minivan, I had Divine and then a week and 3 days later my mom and I packed up the harp and the 6 lb cutie and drove to Texas through torrential rains. Ryan had flown in to begin graduate school 3 days after Divine was born.We've certainly had her longer than any place of dwelling. She's been through a year of house sitting, 4 apartments, and two houses. Sometimes parked in a garage, but mostly in a parking lot. She's seen pretty much everything we've seen, going on new adventures, as Ryan drove and I passed back the snacks and the sippy cups and the games and the notebooks. She's kept us safe...never an accident, and only one ticket (which really shouldn't have been issued at all, in my opinion.) She experienced something our new mode of transportation never will: a birth.
We don't like to tell someone sitting in the front passenger seat that a baby was born there. But she was. Pearl was born on an icy evening, a week late on Lover's Lane in Dallas, Texas. I asked her if she wanted to say good-bye to the car the morning we jump started her (the car, not Pearl) one last time to send her the way of used vehicle land. I knew the answer before the question was asked because Pearl is our most sentimental child. And while I don't typically condone hugging inanimate, metal objects, this seemed fitting, despite the oddity.
It's silly, really. Ridiculous. My mixed reaction, all our mixed reactions. It's just a car.
I guess I'm a bit more sentimental than I thought.