When I was a teenager, I swore I’d never become a minivan mom. When I had my first child at 20, and my second at 25, and was a hip, young mom (in my own opinion, at least), I swore I’d never drive a minivan. Even into my 30s, when I became a single mom and a bona-fide member of the divorce club, I still swore I’d never own one of those mom-mobiles. Give me my SUV, or give me a bus pass, because a minivan was never going to happen.