Today my youngest child begins driver’s education. I am alternately terrified and overjoyed. Terrified because he is 16 and can’t figure out how to turn on the vacuum cleaner yet will be operating 2 tons of machinery on public roadways. Overjoyed because I will never again have to subject myself to carpooling.
I hate carpooling with the same exuberance I hate bathing suit shopping. If you're wondering why I have such a strong dislike for something that seems so innocuous, you have clearly never endured the stress of being in a carpool.
Carpooling is a necessary evil for many people who have babies at home or a work schedule that prohibits schlepping multiple offspring to and from school as well as squash practice, French horn lessons, hip-hop class and Hebrew school. To have the luxury of not driving, you have to deal with complicated logistics and multiple schedules.
As difficult as it can be to coordinate carpools, the politics of the carpool is much worse. Some of those hyper, type-A moms run their carpool with militant precision. "You were 48 seconds late for preschool last Wednesday, no more carpool for you!” They remind me of those nasty cliques in high school. If you meet their super-mom standards, you’re in. If you don’t, you’re out.
I started my many years of carpooling when my 20-year-old was in preschool and I remember walking the 4-year-olds, all holding hands, though the parking lot to the front door of the school. It was adorable in September when the sky was blue and there was a gentle breeze.
In February, when I was carrying an infant and it was 10 below with 60 mph winds while navigating ice and snow, it wasn’t nearly so adorable. Sure, it was only once or twice a week, but I was terrified one of those little ones would go flying on the ice. Plus, there was always a runner. You know, the kid who takes off as soon as his little Velcro sneakers hit the ground and you need to run after him while dodging moving vehicles and still holding onto the other half-dozen kids.
By the time my younger son was ready for the preschool, parents no longer needed to park and walk across the parking lot because there was a carpool line. I was so relieved you would have thought there was a valet to open the door, hand me a vanilla skim latte, unhook the seat belts and whisk the kids into school. I didn’t recognize the carpool line for its true purpose — an excuse for moms to gossip with other moms in trendy yoga outfits while leaning against their giant, idling SUVs. So much for saving time and reducing carbon footprints.
The need for carpooling doesn’t end as kids get older. By far the worst experience for me was carpooling for hockey practice. You haven’t lived until you have five smelly boys and their hockey equipment in your car in the middle of winter. There is a choice to either open the windows and freeze or keep them closed and dry heave.
I did, however, enjoy listening to their conversations. Apparently you are invisible when driving so they will say anything. All you have to do is keep quiet and not make eye contact and you will learn who “likes” who, which teacher doesn’t take attendance, and tidbits about other parents you wish you didn’t want to know but really kind of do.
Although many parents do carpool at my son's school, I don’t, and although I have to get up with the roosters to avoid getting stuck in line for 40 minutes, I am much less anxious since I don’t have to worry about other kids. I can also drive my son in my fuzzy slippers, no make-up and with my hair still pulled up in the scrunchie I slept in, not frightening any child except my own.
Susan Schaefer, director and founder of Academic Coaching Associates, is an academic coach, student advocate, and certified teacher. We encourage you to visit her website: Academic Coaching Associates. You may email Sue at email@example.com. You can also follow Sue on twitter: @sueschaefer1