An Open Letter to a Trusted Pram
Dear Mr. Umbroller:
I might as well come out and just say it: When we received you as a gift at my wife’s first baby shower, I was not impressed. Your fraying nylon seat made you seem flimsy and cheap. Your plastic wheels made you feel disposable.
Also, you came from Wal-Mart, and for some reason, back then, my wife and I were hoity-toity about only getting baby products at Target.
You and I didn’t get off to such a great start. The first time we used you—on our first family vacation to Hawaii—I caught my pinky in your locking mechanism and (after a string of expletives) wanted to smash you against a wall. Then there was the trip to Denver, during which L, the older daughter, got her foot stuck in that plastic strap your manufacturer likes to call a footrest. (Lucky for you, she wriggled it out when she did; I had an Exacto knife ready to roll.)
There was more drama after that. During the first trip England, during which we nearly left you behind in the overhead bin (in case you’ve forced yourself to forget, the gate agent didn’t think you were “substantial” enough to warrant a gate check).
And on the third trip to Hawaii, when we wheeled you to the beach, a surging tide nearly took you out to sea.
To be fair, our tumultuous relationship has normalized a bit since R, the baby, joined the pod. She digs the way you ride close to the ground, and enjoys pushing you when you’re empty. Yes, she generally is more agreeable than her sister. But I think she just genuinely likes you.
Because of this, over the course of her 2 years on Earth, R has insisted we take you everywhere, from the mall to the farmers market to the city and on hikes. R lobbied hard to get us to bring you with us this week to London. Initially, however, she lost the battle; and her mother declared it would be better to take the fancier, studier and more practical double-pram.
Then a funny thing happened: That big-ass double-stroller didn’t fit in the truck. In a rush to get out of the house and head to the airport, we grabbed you, assuming you wouldn’t last a week.
Once again, we were wrong.
Not only did you survive the check-in line at SFO, but you survived the Heathrow Hike, too—rolling nearly 1.3 miles from our gate to the arrivals show. Since then, you’ve strutted around London proper in the rain and sun, jumping from high-speed river bus to the sidewalks in front of Parliament, the paved walks of Tower Bridge to the cobblestones of East London.
In short, Mr. Umbroller, you have been a lifesaver, and I am truly sorry for ever doubting you at all.
The truth is that you have been as much a part of our family’s travel as washable crayons and goldfish crackers. We’ve relied on you time and time again. And every one of those times, you’ve come through. At a time when many strollers retail for upward of $400 (or more), the $29.99 our friends spent on you has proven to be a stellar investment. We’ll continue to get their money’s worth, as long as you’ll allow us to do so.
Someday, when you you finally do go to that Umbroller Heaven in the sky, I vow to have you gilded and hung in our garage. In this state, you will serve as a constant reminder that ordinary can be wonderful, and that one never should judge a stroller by the name on its cover.
Laughing so hard – and I completely relate to this. When we (FINALLY) got rid of our $30 umbrella stroller after years of service, I actually felt compelled to write an obituary on my site, complete with a photo of it out on the curb next to the garbage can.
Mara: Can you send the link? I’d LOVE to read that story.
I laughed. I cried. I totally relate to your love hate relationship with your umbroller. I bought ours for under $30 before we went to China for the first time thinking it would fall apart during our trip and I would save our super fancy one the stress of the journey. 4 years and 2 kids later it is my go to stroller and I rarely, if ever use the fancy stroller. Actually the fancy one is headed to the consignment shop next week! May our Umbrollers last another few years till the kids will walk on their own a little faster and more willingly 😉
Love it, Keryn. Today ours even survived about a quarter mile on cobblestones. What are these things made of? Thanks for reading, and for taking the time to comment.