Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Forced lessons: The Value of a Car


We recently had an automobile accident happen to us. I say that because we weren’t IN the accident, it just happened. On the street, in front of our house. When someone slammed into my parked Honda Pilot and totaled it.

Yes, these things happen, but only to us. Other people have normal car problems. We have people slamming into ours at crazy speeds and causing tons of damage.

So, we watched the red Pilot get towed away and we only saw it again when we went to the tow yard to get all our stuff out of it.

The whole thing was difficult for me from a convenience and financial standpoint. I liked the red Pilot just fine, it was functional, fit all our stuff and more importantly, it was PAID FOR. I definitely had not been thinking of getting rid of it.

But the real value of the red Pilot wasn’t in dollars to Alex & Maryssa. They went to school one day and when they returned home. NO RED PILOT. It was GONE. And that was a tragedy.

So we went through a number of feelings and emotions, which included tears (OF COURSE). Then the talk began of what the new car would be.

Alex insisted on a NEW RED PILOT. Nothing else would do. And this was her stand for about two weeks while Pete and I contemplated options, did research, and lots of math.

Finally, after one too many insistences that we “just go out and bring back a NEW RED PILOT tonight,” I decided it was time for a little economics lesson, with some finance thrown in. By the time I was done, Alex’s eyes were glazed over, having been subjected to mathematical formulas and explanations of loans, payments and dollar amounts larger than she could imagine.

She finally understood that it just wasn’t that easy. In fact, it was quite painful for us to go out and bring home a new (used) car. And time consuming. And expensive (which is mostly where the pain come from.)

In the end, we all learned a lesson about value – of things, of money, of time, and of health and well-being. After all, no one was injured in the accident, not even the person who caused it. And that was the most important thing.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Scary things in your future...

So hey, guess what all you moms of sweet, cute, little girls that have bows in their hair! Sorry to break it to you, but you have some pretty awesomely scary things to look forward to.

If you haven't read through this blog yet, go ahead, some are mentioned here (bra shopping).

But the one I'm here to warn you about today is:

One day you'll have the joy of breaking it to your daughter that its time for her to shave her arm pits.

That is all. Thank you.