What Kind of Car Ma Are You?
“Are we there yet???â€
How many of us have uttered those words throughout our lives? I can recall a montage of scenes of myself at different ages, always in the squishy backseat of my parents’ assorted cars, with me or one of my siblings whining (in between elbowing each other) that we wanted to get to our destination yesterday! Heck, I’m a 30-year-old woman and I think I asked my date that last week.
Anyhoo, speaking of being 30, many women my age have begun to give thought to having children, if they haven’t already. They’ve been wrestling with how many kids they want, where to raise them, if they should freeze their eggs (oy!). I want to get off this annoyingly serious vein and pose another question: What kind of Car Ma are you?
That’s right! When your kid inevitably asks you in the most annoying tone in the world if you’re there yet, are you going to: Scream at them to pipe down? Ignore them? Distract them with the license plate game (oh dear me)? Answer them truthfully in a nice tone of voice? Continue the conversation and ask them what’s up in their world?
I really think that the way you respond to this question indicates just what kind of mom you will be. Are you going to be easily ruffled, annoyed, resourceful, understanding, interested? Call is a diagnostic personality test if you will, invented by yours truly. Because think of this utterly brilliant wrinkle: car ma = karma.
So, make sure you plan to be nice to your kiddiepoo or the heavens will respond accordingly. One day you might find yourself in the back of a cab, late yet again to dinner /work/drinks with some lucky man, and you will ask your cabbie if you’re there yet… Don‘t you want him to respond by stepping on it?