Well, friends, the Shummys reached a milestone last week as our third and (God willing) final child graduated from a carseat to a booster. Goodbye, gynormous beast that took up two-thirds of the back seat, hello aerodynamic (and slightly smaller) apparatus.
Perhaps what is particularly monumental about this “Moving Of The Seat” is not that Quinn is graduating so to speak, but rather how long the Blue Plaid Throne has been sitting in my car. Let’s take a stroll down Memory Lane, shall we?
The year is 2001and first-time Mom Alex is noticing that her beanpole of an 8-month old is currently sitting in his rear-facing baby bucket car seat with knees up to his chin, resembling a much younger (and paler) Wilt Chamberlain. What do to, she thinks to herself? As any good (and terrified) new Mom would, she immediately turns to her “Baby Bargains” book to see what the author recommends for Phase 2 carseats.
While perusing the section on safety, she goes straight to the top of the line model, as she has just one child and therefore gobs of disposable income. Additionally, she is trying to hide the fact that she has NO idea what she’s doing when it comes to parenting and therefore will make up for that by purchasing the BEST carseat ever manufactured. You know the mentality: “That Alex, she’s a wonderful mother. I mean, have you SEEN that carseat that Ben is riding in? It’s like putting your baby inside of a bubble inside of a vault inside of a VOLVO it’s so safe.” Of course, the price tag of $240 stops her dead in her tracks (she is still very frugal, after all) so she consults her friend Melanie, another new mom.
“I guess I’ll say this,” Melanie offers. “When it comes to your child’s safety, a carseat is one thing you should splurge on. You’ll get your money’s worth.” Alex agrees and purchases the Rolls Royce of carseats, the 2001 Britax Roundabout.
And get her money’s worth, she did. That bugger lasted over 12 years.
The Blue Plaid Throne has seen three kids and given us many seasons of service. It has ridden in five cars and has the battle scars to prove it. The material is faded and the elastics don’t grab the outside of the plastic anymore. The straps have been barfed on, spilled on and made sticky with countless lollipops, sprinkle donuts and various Jam Hands. So many Cheerios have been lost in the corners and innards of that thing that it would take an entire forensics team to find them all. It is truly a relic.
When it came time to retire it though, I have to admit that there was a part of me that got a bit sentimental. I mean, for 12 years (with limited time off for tiny babies or kids in booster seats) I’ve seen it in my rear view mirror. Whether there was a person strapped in with little feet dangling or just that funky, faded plaid pattern staring back at me, it’s been a trusty passenger of mine for a long time. While I’m happy that the kids are growing up, knowing that it’s last road trip will be out to the garage tugs at my heartstrings a little. Out of my car, Blue Plaid looks sad, lonely and old…not like the regal Kid’s Throne that it once was.
Inside my car, however, it’s roomy and smells good. Now that Blue Plaid is gone, something tells me that it has been carrying around more than just 12 years of memories inside.