I had been trying to connect with Andrew’s teacher to give her a thank you gift and a wedding gift since the last day of school. I went by her classroom two times during work days the week after school, and just missed her. We’d played email tag a few times this summer and again we kept missing each other.
In the meantime, I’ve had these two beautiful boxes wrapped in foiled blue and brown wedding paper with swirls and iridescent bows sitting in my van. I saw them every day. They would ride with me everywhere. Sometimes I’d see them in the foyer, other times on the counter in the laundry room, when JJ brought them in. Every time I saw them, I put them back in the van and thought, “I’ ve got to get these gifts to Ms. Currin.”
I was getting desperate! Her wedding is next month. I knew she’d be moving back to her home town. So, last weekend I decided I WAS GOING TO FIND HER. After more phone and email tag we made plans for me to go by her apartment Sunday, her last day here, while they were loading the moving truck. She gave me directions to her apartment building and said to call her when we got there so she could meet us at the car.
I was so happy to finally be delivering “the packages.” However, when we drove up to her building I realized I had not written her phone number on my little sticky note. I couldn’t call her. I didn’t have her apartment number either, because I was just going to call her. I had no idea what door to go to and no moving van was in site.
We parked in front of a double sided, three story building with four apartments on each floor. I counted in my head – 24 doors to choose from!
So, what’s a desperate gift-giver to do? Get your husband, your two sons and their friend (10, 10 and 13) to get out in the 100 degree heat and go door-to-door in search of the teacher while you drive the air conditioned van back and forth in case she comes out of a different building.
The boys weren’t too happy about it. My husband thought I’d lost my mind, but he also knew I was having my monthly hormonal brainwash, accompanied by a mini-migraine, and it would be dangerous to question my brilliant plan. (Yes, I’m married to a saint!)
Well, the guys couldn’t find her! So, I got out and started knocking myself. Still no luck. Should we just give up and go home with “the packages”?
Nooo!!! I decided we should search the parking lot for cars that looked looked like they could be hers – ie. had contents resembling the belongings of a 4th grade teacher who is getting married. I just knew we’d found hers when we passed an old paneled station wagon full of “moving-out stuff.” Although it was totally not a cool car and she is a cool teacher. Now, I don’t know why I thought this super sleuth plan would help us. What was I going to do – write her license plate down and call the police to get her address?
Eventually, I admitted my plan was a bust and we went home, where I found her number on my caller id. We finally connected. She said they’d gone to get lunch and she didn’t have my cell number. I have never had so much trouble giving something to someone!
The next day I was in the car with my boys when they started telling me how crazy I am and how embarrassed they were that I would make them go knocking on people’s doors – with their friend. They told me that at one point he said, “I’m not doing this. I’m goin’ back to the car.” Now this friend comes from a classy family. They live on a golf course and I am sure his parents would never do something like that! I could only imagine the story he’d told his parents when he got home.
My boys wouldn’t let up! They described each scene with details of me peeking into cars and acting like a hillbilly! “Mom, you were actually looking into peoples cars and describing what you saw – that is weird mom!” Suddenly I could “see” how crazy we looked. But at the time it all made sense – I needed to find her! I was desperate and determined to get those gifts out of my car.
As they re-told the story I laughed so hard I cried. Truly it was probably one of the funniest and craziest things I have ever made my kids do, but I am sure it won’t be the last! I told them it’d give them something fun to remember about their crazy mom. Bless their hearts!