Last Friday, Kevin and I had a chance to escape from the kids to attend a friend’s wedding. Kevin was the best man so I had to drive separately up to Newport Beach. I was feeling quite ecstatic to be out of the house for the night. It had been a REALLY long time since we’ve been out by ourselves. Woo hoo!!
So there I was cruising up to Newport Beach, alone in the car, listening to my station on the radio. I was feeling pretty cool for the moment as I pushed the pedal in high heels, caught glimpses of my dangling earrings in the rearview mirror and glanced at my clutch on the passenger seat. It felt indulgent to carry a bag that was only big enough for my stuff. I love that a clutch isn’t practical. There’s no room for an extra diaper or sippy cup. Oh, the small pleasure in my life.
But then my moment of coolness was brought back to reality. First, I drove my not so cool minivan (does it sort of add coolness by the fact that it’s black?), into the parking lot. There’s nothing quite like being all decked out and feeling hip and then realizing you’re pulling up in a minivan not a sports car. It just seemed plain ironic. I rolled down the window and asked the young twenty something attendant where to park. That was the second bubble buster. He looked really young. That seems to be happening to me a lot lately. At least he didn’t call me ma’am. As my coolness was slowly dripping away like a popsicle melting a hot summer day, I pulled into my space. I looked in the mirror for a final once over and noticed my three empty car seats in the back.
Oh, yeah, it was a quick reminder that I am no longer in my cool mode, but that’s okay because I am in mommy mode and nothing can top that.
So I got out my car and realized that I already missed my three little munchkins. I was looking forward to a night of dinner, drinks, and dancing, but I was more looking forward to going home, getting in my comfy jammies, and snuggling with my kiddos. Isn’t that what life as a mom is all about?