Jason has driven the same black, two-seater truck since long before we started dating.
He loves that truck like an old friend, and I love it, too, mostly because it’s always been a part of the Jason I know. The front seat of his truck still looks, feels and smells the same way as it did the night of our first date. There is a certain comfort in that.
When he found out we are expecting again, one of his first thoughts was that his days with his little black truck were numbered.
Our family of three outgrew the truck the day Katie was born, but we made it work. The two seats are more than enough for Jason to pick Katie up at the babysitter’s house. If we need to go somewhere together, we just take my car.
That’s not going to fly when the newest one arrives. He fired up the computer and started looking at SUVs the day he heard the news.
Recently, we had a free weekend and decided to see what was out there. We packed up Katie and filled a cooler, and spent the entire day driving from one end of the county to another, stopping at nearly every lot we passed.
It didn’t take me long to realize shopping for a car is much different when you have children.
Gone are the days of shopping for the sleekest, fastest, sharpest looking two-door on the lot. Instead, we went straight to the family-friendly, super-sized vehicle section.
The term “family vehicle” always brings to mind a vision of soccer moms in mini-vans, which, frankly, scares me to death. Luckily, my husband shares the same mini-van aversion as I do, so we had no problem bypassing that section of each car dealership.
We are no longer concerned with extras like sun roofs and sound systems.
Instead, we look for things like DVD players, LATCH car seat anchors, back seat cup holders and child safety locks.
Also gone are the days of giving the inside of a car a quick glance before taking it on a test drive. This time, we lugged a stroller AND a car seat around the car lot, making sure there is adequate space in anything we consider. We had to put our stroller in every truck, and fasten our car seat into every back seat – not a quick process.
Simply stated, things were a little more difficult this time around. There’s much more to consider.
It all worked out in the end, however.
Jason got a shiny new SUV that I can’t wait to borrow for shopping trips and that will more than accommodate our expanding family.
And his little black truck was granted a reprieve when Jason decided he couldn’t part with it after all. It’s safe and sound, parked in our garage, where it will probably live to a ripe old age.