Dear Critic,
I can assure you, there’s no way you would allow your car to resemble mine in terms of chaos or odor. I can’t imagine you’d permit anyone, including a spouse, to neglect a family vehicle in such a way. Apparently, I’ve become as unappealing as my vehicle because I prioritize nurturing my children over maintaining a pristine mode of transport.
But let me clarify something for you: this so-called “mom-mobile” is a result of the fact that no one else willingly ferries my kids around. When they do ride with others, it’s because I’ve sweetened the deal with bribes of cash or my unwavering gratitude. Interestingly, those outings often leave my children well-fed and content, as I’ve catered to their endless needs before we set off.
When my kids are in my car, they’re often drained from their day at school, munching mindlessly due to anxiety from after-school activities. On top of that, they’re usually overwhelmed from social interactions, eager to be back in the care of their one and only mother. And what do you think happens next?
They create a veritable disaster. Food wrappers, markers, papers, hair ties, remnants of yesterday’s snacks, and even discarded band-aids — all strewn about, often with a layer of who-knows-what on top. While you may perceive my messy van as a sign of lazy parenting, rest assured, my dedication to motherhood is anything but lackluster.
Aparent neglect is not me shuttling our children to and fro, nor is it me backtracking because little Timmy forgot his favorite toy or Sally decided she needed her special pen. Feeding the kids in the car isn’t laziness; it’s a survival tactic for me.
It’s not as if I’m indifferent to the state of my vehicle, either. I already endure enough judgmental glances from parents during drop-off, so I certainly don’t need the additional commentary from the young men at the local car wash. You claim I should be ashamed? I say the shame lies with you.
And yes, my husband, for not helping to drive the kids around more often. Oh, you have a job? Then you should be ashamed for casting judgment on how I manage my responsibilities and the state of my vehicle, which is a reflection of my exhaustion and the chaos of family life.
This is your reality—you have a partner who maintains a car that mirrors the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind. In future, perhaps you could describe our family vehicle as “filled with love,” which would be more apt given its condition.
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In summary, the state of my vehicle may not be immaculate, but it symbolizes the love and care I pour into my family amidst the chaos. My priorities lie in nurturing my children, and the mess is simply a byproduct of that love.