I normally don't write super personal stuff here. Cyber-space is filled with great writers who can make you laugh and cry and overall provide a really entertaining two and a half minutes. A friend told me early into my blogging (a few months ago) that I should stick with what I know. Today, I am writing from the heart, not the head. Instead of writing about child development theories or getting your kids to eat veggies, I am writing about why the thought of a mini-van makes me cry. If you get frustrated with posts about 'First World Problems' then just close the window. Read no further. Sorry this is that kind of post.
It is stupid right? I know.
So why is it so hard?
When I got married I wanted three kids, my husband wanted two. After I converted to the faith we compromised and had five although we only have four to raise in this life. Growing up it never occurred to me that I would be Catholic, practice NFP, or have more kids than I had room for in a standard car.
I learned how to drive on a 1969 Ford Longbed. It was huge. It was awesome. It wasn't the least bit embarrassing because even though it was old, it was tough. It had serious character.