We gutted the garage so we could put our old Tahoe in — it’s been sitting out front for years, getting a little weathered. Dad wanted to sell it, but it’s the truck we all kind of grew up in. When we got our house some 13 years go, very soon after we got the Tahoe, with several in our extended family saying we didn’t need it with only 3 kids.
We popped out 2 more sometime after. 🙂
In 2008, gas prices went through the roof, so we got another little car in 2009, 2010 (forget which), and, of course, that’s been our go-to vehicle for commuting. Meanwhile, Tahoe sits until we need him for little family jaunts.
Dad wanted to sell him, but I told him we worked too hard for him to just get rid of him for a few thousand bucks. The A/C’s pokey, he has an oil leak (we prepped the garage floor for it), there’s a problem with the windows so we’ve got to keep them up .. and although he has over 250,000 miles, I’m still absolutely in love with him. My plan is for him to be our project car.. just like some people do. When we moved to the city, we abandoned the plans of raising our family in the country with space and traditions that would have followed from our own upbringing .. long walks in open spaces, skygazing at night without the sound of cars nearby, tinkering with trucks in the garage. Keeping the Tahoe is my little consolation prize after all these years.
It’s funny, because as we unpacked the garage and sorted stuff into trash (new vacuum box, new tv box, new tennis shoes boxes) and goodwill things, for the 45th time, I was shoving boxes of kid things and grade remembrances in corners, just to make room for the biggest keepsake of them all.
I don’t mind. Days like this — and I knew this would come — made me slow down and savor our history, which is what I’ve really, really needed lately. Life is just so high-pressure-everything. It’s everywhere — phones, social media, noise, politics — fast, intense, urgent. I tell my children life doesn’t have to be like this where you don’t have time to pause and look at each other. We don’t have to be ships passing through the night. Let’s slow down, think about this moment, remember the past together.
It’s working out.. because they kids helped me clean the garage today in record time (about 3 hours). Every now and then, they’d pause .. and I’d watch my own children tenderly stacking boxes of their own memorabilia they want to keep and remember, too.
“Mama.. I have such strong memories about this, it’s so important to me.”
Me, too, baby, me too. What’s most important is right in front of me…