Last night we started test driving Volvos. I have never been a car person--someone whose life is defined by the car they drive--but behind the wheel of a Volvo, I felt old.
It felt like driving a tank and I could imagine soccer practices and swim meets and that familiar volvo smell, the scent of so many carpools of my youth. It is a great thing to have a safe car, but when did I get so old? They don't even make the model we are looking for in standard. I have never even owned an automatic car. I feel like it is one step to middle age. I am only 29! I still have a good two months left in my 20's and suddenly I am a stay at home mom with a Volvo.
R was teasing me because I looked like "such a mom" with my hands at 10:00 and 2:00 on the steering wheel. I said back: "I am a mom." And we were both silent. Scary stuff. I want the safest car for my baby, but I have come a long way from Cabrios and Miatas.
This year has brought a lot of change. Doggy to baby. Work to home. Fashion to sweats. I guess standard to automatic and sporty to family were on their way. Just in time for 20 to 30. G-d help me. I am a mom.