A few days before Christmas we woke up to find that someone had taken my van from my driveway, as a Christmas present to themselves. I spent the first 30 minutes staring at the wall, in disbelief. Seriously? My HOA bubble was burst. I grew up in an inner city, so I know that these things do happen, but REALLY? We went through the motions after I could comprehend enough to take care of what I needed to and got the car back late last night. Children had stolen my car. They had done it before, have been a nuisance to the cops.
I picked up my car from the sketchiest towing company I have ever been to. Perhaps suburbia is just rubbing off on me. It was all just very uncomfortable. My van is in decent condition. The items that were in there that I was worried about have been returned with the exception of Noah’s new chucks and my coveted blue yeti cup. They did leave cigarette butts, the inside of a cigar, trash, and a box of chips ahoy! At least I know what snacks they like when I visit them in prison.
I cried yesterday. For the first time since my car was stolen and it was a messy, blubbery, crying mess. It was a real ugly cry, but this morning I feel like I have learned a lot.
5 things I learned from having my car stolen:
- Strength is harbored until you need it. Even though I am a homeschool mom, a blogger and a dual business owner I underestimated my ability to manage chaos and mayhem. I really was able to tackle and manage this problem.
- Good friends are like gold. From a text message of remorse, a bottle of wine on my table without me requesting, neighbors offering their car, daily check ups to see what I need, and being there to help me laugh through it-you find out who your friends are and my friends are better than gold.
- You cannot mess with my kids. My (almost brand new) car was stolen from my driveway and that made me mad. What made me loose sleep, and want vengeance was the fact that my children’s stuff was in there. Some items that were irreplaceable, and they didn’t care. When I found out my car was found, I just wanted my kids stuff to be in there. Thankfully, most of it was.
- I have a heart for kids that need it. These kids are broken. They are lost. They need someone, something that will help them be better. They act this way because they are allowed to. If they go to jail, I am probably going to visit them (law abiding) and love them through this.
- Knowledge is Power. I have never been in a situation where I have been scared to open my door, worried about doors being locked and worried about leaving my home with no one there. I am now. I am looking over my own shoulders in my own home. I’ve been kicked out of my suburbia bubble. It can happen anywhere.
I know how blessed I am. They took my car. A replaceable item that I did get back. It’s filthy and I feel violated. They took my stuff, my hard work, my blood, sweat and tears. They took the first new car I had ever owned and went joy riding. I am not sure I have ever been more angry, grateful, and empowered to help change these kids all at one time.