I Hate My Minivan, But I Also Love My Minivan

Categories humor, minivan, stay at home mom

This here is my minivan, Bertha. Ain’t she purdy?

She looks like a Bertha, right? If she were a person I imagine she’d be in her mid 60’s with big fluffy grayish white hair that curls away from her face. She’d be chubby wear cardigans and comfortable brown shoes. Sometimes she’d be a little grouchy when her gout was acting up but mostly she’d be cheerful.

She looks great in this picture – but don’t be fooled. I got lucky with that lighting. Really Bertha is pretty beat up. First there’s this rusty scrape that goes allllll the way down the right side of the car from when that guard rail came from out of nowhere. Honestly, I haven’t even washed her since then because it’s like, what’s the point?


Then there are various dents and bumps and scrapes from throwing my kayak on top and having kids who like to play frisbee and wiffle ball in the driveway.

There is a spot on the windshield that never gets clean because even though the wipers work and the washer fluid is full, the washer fluid sprays all areas of the windshield except for the section right in front of my face.

The automatic door on the right doesn’t obey the automatic door button and doesn’t lock automatically either. And no, it wasn’t because of the guard rail incident; it was broken before then.

The automatic door on the left works most of the time. Except for when it doesn’t. But it works well enough so that when you push the button, you walk away expecting it to close without checking it. And then you come out of karate an hour and a half later to find  a gang of raccoons helping themselves to month old french fries. Ok, that last part may have been a little bit of an exaggeration.

The air conditioner doesn’t work. Well, it does work kind of. It blows cold air out of all the vents except the ones on the driver. Those blow burning hot air.

If it rained overnight I can’t steer for a few blocks.

The brakes squeak, well not the braks, but the break pedal. When I push it down it makes a faint, high pitched, “wheep,” like a sad little guinea pig.

It’s hard to explain the noise she makes when she’s idling, but it doesn’t sound good. It sounds like she’s tired, she’s struggling.

And so we are getting ready to say goodbye. And I am surprised that I’m feeling kind of sad about it. I thought I’d be ready to kick her to the curb and get a new, sleek van with a camera to help me back up and maybe some of that satellite radio and maybe even a DVD player built in for long trips!

But, as I think about getting rid of this van, I think about all the time she’s been with our family.

All the times I drove around with one, or two, or three crying babies trying to lull them to sleep. The time when the girls were 3 and everything was hard and cooking dinner seemed like an impossible task so we scrapped it and hopped in Bertha to go out for ice cream. The time we got stuck in traffic on a bridge for 2 hours and I cried in the backseat along with the kids. The time we brought our cat home and she made cute little squeaking sounds the whole way home. The time the car overheated and we pulled over in front of my 6th grade crush’s house to wait for Daddy to come rescue us. All the trips to the doctors office, the sing-a-longs, the fights and the giggles, the chit chats, the prayers for passing ambulances, the everyday conversations.

When I started this post, I thought I’d end up at fake sentimentality. I thought I’d make a few jokes about how “important” a minivan is to a stay at home mom. But now that I’m here at the end of the post, I’m a little embarrassed to say that the fake sentimentality has turned real. And now I’m not really sure where to go with this. I wanted to end on a funny note but now I’m feeling a little melancholy. So much of our life is tied to that van.

So I guess I’ll just end by saying, “Thanks Bertha.”


15 thoughts on “I Hate My Minivan, But I Also Love My Minivan

  1. Great story, I remember most of my old cars with fond memories. Except for my Saturn and of course my Dodge Dart Sport which was a piece of @$@$. And of course I named them all. I love your stories. Always puts a smile on my face.

  2. Isn’t it funny how as moms, we get so attached to things when it comes to our kids? Putting away their clothes, toys, etc. I find myself getting sad when I see those annoying noisy toys I hid because they played with them so much and now I think “Awww…she never plays that with that anymore”. Enjoy your new wheels!

  3. My mom recently tried to talk me into getting a minivan. We don’t need a new car at the moment, but when the time comes, we’ll see what happens. I never used to be a super sentimental person. Ever since my daughter was born though (a little over two years ago), I feel like my sensitivity and sentimentality has gone through the roof. Totally understand the pain of letting go, especially when it catches you off guard.

    1. Yes! I was totally taken off guard with this one! For us, the minivan was super important with four kids. I don’t know if we would have gotten one otherwise.

  4. Haha this made me chuckle! I can’t find it in me to drive a mini-van. I dont know what it us..but i refuse to drive one. I drive a hatchback dodge caliber. Three kids in the back seat is tight..but i also have an suv and its three rows. Ill take it. My husband wanted to get the new pacifica..i just couldn’t. 🙈 lol

  5. I have a truck and its so inconvenient trying to get my little one in and everything else. I know a mini van would be amazing but I just can’t get myself to drive one haha.

    1. Luckily for me, I never really cared about what I drove to getting a minivan wasn’t too bad. But I know the struggle is real for people that like a nice car or truck!

  6. This was surprisingly sweet. It made me nostalgic over cars of the past–especially my Dodge Durango, to which I wrote a similar love letter a few years ago!

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