When I called our insurance company to put our brand new, baby blue car on the policy, the agent asked, “How many miles are you planning to put on it?”
“None,” I confessed. “I’m afraid to drive it.”
Our old car was riddled with dents and scratches. Naturally, I blamed our daughters, who’d learned to drive on it.
Would our pristine Baby Blue suffer the same fate?
“We won’t let them touch this one!” I’d vowed to my husband.
In all honesty, though, I was responsible for at least half the damage to our old car. I had even dented its front left fender while pulling into the garage the very first day we drove it home from the dealer.
The fact that our new baby was all-electric intensified my fears. The car was either eerily quiet or emitting weird beeps. We couldn’t tell if the engine was on or off, or how to work the lights and windshield wipers. And it was so tiny!
My husband and I felt just like we did as new parents coming home from the hospital with our perfect infant. Was she still breathing? What did those strange noises mean? How badly would we mess her up?
Still, there’s no going back. Just as kids can’t remain in a bubble, cars can’t stay in garages forever. Baby Blue just turned a year old, with close to 8,000 miles on it. Our daughters, now in their twenties, have traveled around the world a time or two. So far, everyone’s made it through pretty much unscathed. There’s a ding in the car’s windshield, but I’m happy to report it happened on my husband’s watch. As for the dings our daughters have taken on, it’s anyone’s guess how they got there.
In either case, life bangs you up a bit, but hopefully doesn’t flatten you.
And if anything big goes wrong with Baby Blue–well, that’s what insurance is for!
Too bad it doesn’t cover raising kids!
That “first ding” fear with cars or kids?