We’re celebrating Father’s Day a little early with a special dad-inspired post. Here, one dad gives us an inside look at what went through his head when shopping for that first stroller. Enjoy!
Six years ago this Father’s Day, my wife, Theresa, and I were busy preparing for the fall arrival of our first son together, Oliver. She sported her usual placid demeanor. I, on the other hand, was filled with what the Italians would say was paura, or fear.
I was fearful that I wouldn’t be a good father (or “Papa,” as Oliver would come to call me). I was fearful because I knew the hospital would not send an owner’s manual with us. I was fearful about germs and whether our stockpile of Purell was large enough. But near the top of my concerns was how to properly transport our little guy. This is when Peg Perego came to the rescue.
The ultimate stroller in my eyes, it became a travel system in literally a “snap.” Plus, its one-hand fold design allowed fathers like me to fold and store the 20-some pound stroller with all the speed and precision of an Indy 500 pit stop. Not unlike the Pliko Four sold today, it offered a smooth ride, a large storage basket, a large hood with window and pocket, and came in a variety of fashionable colors (this last one my wife appreciated more than I did). Honestly, the only way you could get more features on a mode of transportation with such fine Italian craftsmanship is if you purchased a Ferrari.
The Pliko was stylish, safe and easy to use. As a matter of fact, Theresa was able to teach me (the mechanically inept) how to operate it in less than five minutes.
After Oliver’s birth, my fear about being a first-time father quickly subsided. My memories of those first few years of his life are good ones. They are filled with images of reading him his first book (Put Me in the Zoo, by Robert Lopshire), watching him pull himself up while wearing his Indiana Pacers uniform, and each of us on our bellies navigating Lightning McQueen and Tow Mater around our carpeted Radiator Springs. And when it was time to leave the house and do some navigating of our own, Peg Perego was there for us. Our Pliko was an assurance that Oliver would be comfortable and secure while still being a stylin’ baby.
Father’s Day comes with memories—along with gifts like a homemade book featuring Sonic the Hedgehog or an Angry Birds T-shirt—of what makes the day so special. Of course there are still times of paura (those never go away completely), but thanks to Peg Perego, when it came to transporting Oliver, they helped me to rilassare!
From our family to yours, happy Father’s Day!by admin (Erica) | Posted in 2012 Collection, 2012 Switch Four, Out and About with Peg Perego 2012 | No Comments