Running errands for my mom? Piece of cake. Squeezing five friends into my car? No problem at all. Late-night trips from college to the city for some late-night dumplings? Who doesn’t enjoy a midnight snack?
When I first moved to the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, I kept my car, maneuvering it like a pro to dodge parking tickets and the occasional break-in. Be it rain, snow, or shine, weekends were filled with spontaneous road trips to pick apples or to fetch friends scattered across the city. What’s a minor fender bender when there’s an epic concert just a few states away?
Then came my move to the suburbs—a place where driving to the mailbox is the norm, and going to the gym means getting into your car to walk on a treadmill. When you need a cup of sugar, it’s not a neighborly favor; it’s a ten-minute trip to the store. Suddenly, the miles on your odometer—and your life—seem to add up at lightning speed.
At first, those picturesque tree-lined streets and gentle speed bumps felt charming. But after navigating them morning, noon, and night to ferry the kids around, that charm wears thin. School drop-offs, soccer practices, and playdates become a relentless cycle.
“Dad, can you pick me up at 5 from practice, then drop Julie off at home? Oh, and I need index cards from Staples, and can we grab Panera for dinner? The Frontega Chicken is my favorite!”
“Hey Dad, can you swing by Main Street to get me after school? Then drop me off at Lisa’s and pick me up in two hours for the gym? Can Deanna join us? She’ll be waiting for us in her driveway!”
“Dad, I left my sweater at Lindsey’s. Can you grab it on your way back from Home Depot? Also, Mom’s cooking salmon, and you know I can’t stand that. Any chance you could stop by Panera?”
What?
Welcome to a state of constant vehicular motion, and that’s just one child! Multiply this by two, three, or even four kids, and you’ll find parents waving to each other as they cross paths on the road. Forget cozy evenings on the couch. Mom and Dad are now road warriors, battling the elements and the march of time for their nearly-teen passengers.
I take pride in being a dedicated dad, but when did I unknowingly become “Uber Dad”? Was this a checkbox on my kids’ birth certificates? A lifelong commitment to be just a text away whenever needed? I find myself in perpetual overdrive, transporting my children from one event to another—all while providing complimentary door-to-door service for their teen adventures.
Uber Dad? More like Uber-schmuck. (Hey, let’s stay positive—maybe Uber-mensch!)
With music, information, and conversations just a text away, it makes sense for kids to have Mom and Dad on speed dial for instant gratification. Who needs conference calls when you can multitask from the driver’s seat, racing to school pick-up? It’s suburban multitasking at its finest.
And I get it—I’m the one who chose to raise my kids in a place where sidewalks are scarce. I wanted green spaces, fresh air, and a slice of tranquility. Yet, in escaping the chaos of the city, I drove straight into a gas station’s embrace, filling my hours by filling my car.
I’ve unintentionally taught my children that every journey begins and ends at home. No distance is too great, no outing too tiring. Weekend sports tournaments? Just a quick hop down the Interstate. Friday night movie plans? No worries—Netflix is always there for the parents.
The juggling act has become real: figuring out which parent is dropping off and which is picking up. Instead of catching up with lifelong friends over sushi, I’m negotiating with other parents about logistics. Dylan’s dad now gets more of my time than my own father.
And don’t get me started on those parents who magically disappear when it’s their turn to drive. You know the type: they drop their kids off at your house without so much as a wave and dash off to enjoy their time at the local wine bar.
“Haley’s mom can’t drive today.” “Haley’s dad is out of town.” “Haley’s nanny doesn’t work on Wednesdays.”
Why should they worry? After all, Uber Dad is always on the way!
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Summary:
Moving to the suburbs transforms parents into perpetual chauffeurs, dubbed “Uber Dads.” The charm of tree-lined streets quickly gives way to the reality of driving kids everywhere, juggling schedules, and negotiating with fellow parents. As kids expect instant access to their parents, the suburban landscape shifts from leisurely family time to a constant state of vehicle motion.
Keyphrase: Uber Dad in the suburbs
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