There comes a time in every Mommy's tenure when the size of her family has been decided, her children are no longer in car seats, they can open and close the vehicle doors themselves, they no longer need sippy cups or a Wiggles video in order to get from point A to point B. There is a time when she graduates from the mini-van to the car. And the Mommy does a little dance of joy and feels like a grown-up vs. a bus driver.
Last month my van started to die and thus the decision was made that I graduate to a grown-up vehicle. One without crumbs or stains or rows. One with a trunk for the soccer balls and lawn chairs to be hidden away. One that doesn't have an echo when I drive alone or make the beeping sound when I back up (exaggeration).
I have graduated and I love it!