The last few days of school are here. No more lunches I didn’t make. No more papers I forgot to sign. No more reading logs I forgot to send in. Phew. It’s been a long year.
I can’t wait to go into summer mom mode. Summer mom is so much nicer and calmer than, say, holiday-crunch mom – or worse yet, new-school-shopping-at-the-last-minute mom.
I asked my boy what we should get for his teacher as a thank you gift – lord knows she deserves it. He had just finished telling me about “John the bus driver”. He’s a Yankees fan with 3 grandkids. He likes to fish and go to the beach. He loves candy and once he let all the kids eat leftover Halloween candy on the way home. Thanks John. Ok – so I’m set with what to get for John.
Me: “But what about Mrs. S?” I say. “What does she like?”.
The boy: “ummm. She wears sweatshirts everyday.”
Me: “ok, like team sweatshirts? Does she love the Eagles or Phillies or something?”
The boy: “No. Not really. They’re like jean sweatshirts. All different colors.”
Me: “uh huh. ok.”
This exchange made me think of another exchange, one even less helpful than this one, about 12 years ago.
I had just joined a very tight-knit group of event planners who seemed to have a million inside jokes, were constantly making fun of each other, worked insanely hard, and had a great time to boot. The leader of this pack was a woman who would go on to become one of my closest friends, but who at that point, wanted very little to do with me. To gain some brownie points, I wanted to buy the perfect gift when her birthday came around. I asked one of the other gals that had known her the longest what she liked. Here’s the list she emailed me:
- The Spanish Language
This is not a joke. This was the list. WTF. What was I supposed to do with this list? Pugs? The Spanish Language? Come on!
Once I got over the outrageousness of it – I laughed my ass off.
To this day, when someone asks me what to get for someone else, I have to hold myself back from saying,”the Spanish language or pugs”.