After my children left home, it was an appropriate time to do something just for me. One thing that had always been on my bucket list was to own a red convertible — so I went out and bought one! And for the next nine years or so, I loved every minute of owning that little red nod to freedom, fun and self-indulgence. It just felt great!

But when my son and his family moved back to Minnesota and I had the privilege of having two grandchildren to tool around with, the inconvenience of trying to get them in and out of car seats made driving that little vehicle not the great fun it once had been. I was embarking on a new phase in my life — grandmother — and being able to easily enjoy outings with my grandchildren became more important to me than my time alone with the top down. So it was time to sell.

Little did I know that I would find the perfect buyer, which would make parting with my pet so much easier. I sold it to a woman who recently had been through some difficult times and was so thrilled to find a car like mine in great condition that she called it her “pot of gold.” It was a bittersweet experience, and when we went to transfer the title, we both cried a little.

My grandchildren will grow up eventually, of course, though I hope we are blessed with more. Maybe then I will think about getting another red convertible. Then again, maybe by that time I’ll have something else I’d rather cross off my lifetime to-do list.