Connie’s Convertible.

I’ve been talking to my mom about the concept of manifesting for a while. She always used to roll her eyes at me – not blatantly, but it just wasn’t her “thing”.

Growing up, my parents were always very frugal and very mindful of when and how they spent their money. Both of my parents worked very hard while raising me and my brother and focused on saving.

My mom has always loved the ocean, even more than me and has always wanted to live near the beach. 

As many of you know, a large part of my life the last two years has been focused on converting my house into having an in-law space for my parents and moving them here.

While the plan came with some hiccups along the way, we successfully sold their house a year ago and they have been spending summers here and spending winters down in their home in Florida. When they came back in May this past year, my mom commented on all the fun convertibles driving around.

 “Maybe I’ll get a convertible,” My mom said to me one day, joking.

“Why don’t you?” I asked.

My mother has never bought something for herself that was, in her mind, frivolous. For whatever reason the wheels (no pun intended) started turning and she started doing research – because that’s what she does with anything and everything. Research.

She started talking about it more and more and started pointing out different convertibles and what color she wanted and maybe what brand and how they had to fit her golf clubs in the back.

“Just for fun” one day, she visited a BMW dealership to test drive one. She walked in and the salesperson, Kevin, helped her out.

There was a car there that day that was “the one”. That’s what I’m looking for. That’s the one I want, my mom said to Kevin.

“The one” apparently wasn’t for sale and was just in the dealership being serviced. My mom, slightly disappointed, told Kevin, “if another one like that comes in, let me know, I’d be very interested.”

That was a couple of months ago. My mom continued with her research and every time we were out and one would drive by, she’d say, “Oooh what kind is that?” She would walk up to complete strangers standing near their convertibles and start conversations with them about their cars. The woman was on a mission.

Two weeks ago, my mother says to me, “You’re never going to believe this. Kevin called and said the owner of that car I saw that day is selling it and it will be ready next week!”

I laughed. 

“Mom, you manifested it.”

“I guess I did.”

My mother is now a very proud and happy owner of a convertible (which also fits her golf clubs).

(She also lives near the ocean now but I’m taking baby steps with her on convincing her how manifesting works).