I always said I would never drive a minivan. Maybe it was a result of those years at North Park, cruising around Albany Park in the Ford Aerostar (the Urban Outreach van) all the time. Maybe it was how I felt joining the minivan masses trying to pick the Staub girls up from their respective schools in Naperville when I would babysit. Or maybe it was my memory of a childhood with a Volvo station wagon at the center of life. I just could not see us making the choice to every buy a minivan.
Of course, I never saw us making the “choice” to have three kids in four years, either. And so it is that we are now passing our evenings on our respective computers, searching through Craigslist and submitting VIN numbers to Carfax, and getting Consumer Reports info from our dads. The fact is that neither of our cars can accommodate three car-seats, and the days of children sitting unrestrained in the “way back” of station wagons are gone. So, sometime before September, we need to join the ranks of “those people”, and find ourselves a decent minivan.
I truly hate car shopping. No matter how educated you are in making a decision, there is absolutely some amount of risk involved. Do you buy the higher mileage car because the loan would be more manageable? Or do you go into more debt to have a better vehicle that should last longer before requiring significant repairs?
We have been praying about this need for months. A new car was not at all in our plans, financially, and this will be a significant strain for us. We have been asking God to send us what we need, and we are continuing that exact prayer. We have seen so many other examples of literally miraculous provision come from places we could not have imagined, so we know that this need is not somehow out of God’s range.
Now I just have to get over my issues with being a minivan mom!