When I was expecting my second child, I became fixated on finding the ultimate double stroller. Instead of reflecting on the true needs of a child, which I should have learned during my first two years as a mom, I found myself obsessively searching.
My definition of “perfect” was clear: I wanted a stroller that was both robust and smooth for lengthy walks, yet lightweight enough for easy handling when getting in and out of the car. Ideally, it would have a good cup holder, adjustable handles, an accessible storage basket, high-quality wheels, and wouldn’t cost more than a week-long vacation in the Maldives. I had resisted the allure of the expensive Bugaboo with my first child, and I was determined not to fall into the trap of needing the luxury option as a second-time parent. That was one bit of perspective I managed to hold onto.
Of course, the perfect double stroller didn’t exist. I was aware of this fact when it came to single strollers, but chose to ignore it. Many of my friends expressed regrets about their choices: flimsy baskets, wheels too large for their trunks, and complicated mechanisms for folding and unfolding. Yet, most people made do with what they had and moved on.
Despite this rationality, I wasted countless hours reading online reviews about double strollers. It was an absurd distraction. In the end, we bought two: a heavy, bulky one for our walks, purchased from friends, and a lightweight, inexpensive model to keep in the car. Both served their purpose, albeit imperfectly, just like the two single strollers we owned for various situations. Yes, that means we had four strollers, but after having two more kids, they all got plenty of use.
Rest assured, I’ve moved beyond my obsession with strollers. Over time, I realized that my intense focus on finding the right stroller was really about my struggle to control the changes coming with the arrival of a second child. Transitioning from one child to two was daunting, especially since I often felt out of my depth with just one.
If I’m completely honest, there was more to it than just self-doubt. I think I lost perspective because I was feeling isolated and unfulfilled. After the birth of my first child, I left my teaching job and hadn’t yet begun writing. At that time, I didn’t have the rich social life and confidence I now possess, nor did I understand that my kids simply needed me to be a good mom, engaged in both their lives and my own. They didn’t require a seemingly perfect mother obsessed with finding an equally flawless stroller, winter jacket, or nursery color scheme. I was caught up in meaningless worries, believing that the right stroller or any “perfect” item would somehow impact our lives profoundly. I had lost myself in trivial pursuits, and I promised myself never to let that happen again.
These days, my “stroller moments” are fewer and far between. My husband and I have developed a shorthand for when I slip from reasonable decision-making into unnecessary fixation. It’s a helpful tool for gaining quick self-awareness and escaping any mental traps I may fall into.
Now, my “stroller moments” often revolve around relationships or developments in my writing career, but the core issue remains a misguided sense of control. Why hasn’t my cousin reached out? Why hasn’t that editor replied to my email? “Is this the double stroller thing all over again?” I might ask my husband, and from the look on his face, I can tell the answer before I finish asking.
Someday, I’ll probably teach my children their own code words for those moments. However, given their youth and health, they can enjoy their innocent perspective for a bit longer.
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In summary, the search for the perfect stroller often reflects a deeper quest for control amid the chaotic journey of parenting. Rather than fixating on material things, embracing the imperfection of our choices ultimately leads to a more fulfilling experience as mothers.