Dear Family Car,
Yesterday as I was driving from the city to my in-laws farm, I looked in the rear view mirror to see that my two kids aged 2 and 3.5 were fast asleep. This is a common occurrence on trips long enough to warrant cruise control but what really warmed my heart was that this time, they were holding hands.
When I arrived at the farm I quickly snapped a pic to capture that rare and precious moment of sibling love before the kids woke up and started fighting over whose turn it was to play with the toy fire truck.
It got me thinking about all the special moments we’ve experienced since we drove you out of the dealership shortly before the birth of our first child, Max. I was unsure about saying goodbye to my trustworthy little hatchback and upgrading to a People Mover, but the energetic salesman got me over the line thanks to your French champagne features being compatible with our box wine budget. Lucky he did, because your seven seats and roomy boot have been filled to the brim with scooters, boogie boards and prams ever since – especially when we head away for the weekend or relatives come to stay. While you’re looking decidedly more derelict than the day we bought you (aren’t we all), you’ve become our mobile cocoon as we ferry our way through life, blasting Bob the Builder and Let It Go through your six-speaker entertainment system while singing along in a variety of keys.
Jacqui and her young song. Image: supplied.
While we are on unpleasant sounds, do you remember the day we brought Max home? He screamed like a demented chicken all the way from the hospital to our tiny house while I sat in the back and tried to soothe him feeling completed daunted by the task ahead. Eighteen months later, we were back at the hospital filling you with more precious cargo when Hugo arrived, calm and peaceful leading us to falsely believe that he would be the quiet one. Now your backseat carries two confident and chatty toddlers plus our fluff child all over town and is covered in crumbs, Lego and babycino stains. The only thing that has remained the same is that most days I still have no idea what I’m doing.
As a working mum, I can’t wait to pick my two munchkins up from childcare, load them into their car seats and hear all about their day. In the five minutes it takes us to drive home from the childcare centre, I get to tell them how much I missed them and they get to tell me all the important parts of their day – like how they drew pictures of dinosaurs, played in the sandpit and gave each other punk mohawks courtesy of the chalk box. If I’m lucky I’ll get an “Eye wuv ooo” from my two-year-old which alleviates any guilt I may feel at not being with them three days a week.
"I can’t wait to pick my two munchkins up from childcare, load them into their car seats and hear all about their day." Image: supplied.
On the weekends, you give us the freedom to explore new places in comfort and there is plenty of room for the kids’ friends and/or cousins if they want to join us at the park or movies. Last Saturday, the kids were suffering from tantrum-inducing cabin fever thanks to the cold weather so my husband suggested we go for a drive. My control freak personality wanted to know where we were heading but my laid back other half suggested we turn off the sat nav and see where we end up. You transported us into the hills (or “big jungle” as Max referred to it) and we found a cosy pub with an open fire where we overindulged before exploring the local area. Max spotted “20 koalas, 50 snakes and a bear,” and the rest of us clearly need to get our eyes tested. We passed a park on the way home and pulled over so the kids could ignore the slide and jump in muddy puddles like “Peppa and George.” It was a great day and one I will remember long after the Instagram photos disappear from my feed.
Jacqui with her young family. Image: provided. Image: Wendy Stiles Photography.
Over the years, you’ve been a practical help too. Like when we were toilet training Max and we had to put the potty in the boot because he refused to use public toilets. Or when I locked myself out of the house on a 42 degree day and couldn’t fit my 36 week pregnant belly through the only open window, so I waited in your air conditioned interior until my husband got home. Your rearview camera has helped me squeeze into tricky park spots while giving me peace of mind and your DVD player has kept the kids quiet when they have had a gutful of playing “I spy.”
Thank you for opening up a world of possibilities for my family, for keeping us safe, sane and entertained. Thank you for putting up with my Adele impersonations and for copping the onslaught of kid’s spew, poop and incessant spills. Thank you for providing us with a sanctuary at the end of the day where we can bond and laugh in the midst of our busy lives. Thank you for encouraging us to explore, to connect with friends and relatives and to live a full and happy life.
A very grateful mum.
How does your car benefit your busy lifestyle as a mum?
The G10 isn’t just a people mover. It’s a ‘Happy Family Mover’.
The kids are happy because there’s plenty to keep them entertained with a 6 speaker, DVD player and 7” in dash LCD.
Dad’s happy because he knows he’s bought the best value people mover in Australia; just $29,990 driveaway for 7-seat auto (with 9-seats just $3,000 more).
And mum’s happy because the 165kW engine, dual zone air conditioning and cruise control means a smooth and comfortable drive.
The G10 makes for one big happy family.