My mother is laughing at me

Before my regularly scheduled post today, I’d be remiss not to wish my good friend, The CarpoolQueen, a very Happy Birthday.  Thanks for getting me into this whole blog thing (I think).  Hopefully the big guy took care of you today.
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As you may recall, one week before Christmas, A decided to change her mind about her most wanted gift from Santa.  Part of me wanted to say “Well honey, Santa probably already has your gift packed and ready to go, and he might not be able to find it on his sleigh.”

But no.  Instead, I took it as a challenge.

So I headed out to the stores nearest my office, determined to bag me a size 4-6 Snow White dress.  Armed with the latest intel from Nana (she had seen them at Target), I had visions of a quick, tactical strike, producing shock and awe amongst the other shoppers.

Then I saw the parking lot at Target.

Hello, Everybody?  This is your brother.  I think we were both out shopping today.

I should have taken the line of cars snaking out into the street as a bad omen. But I persevered, fighting thought small children and grandmothers on the way to the toy section.

Zip.  Nada. Strike one.

Undaunted, I called HQ (aka Nana) for a sitrep.  She said she was positive that the Target near our house had them.  And she was pretty sure they were also available at Toys R Us (and I just spent 10 minutes trying to figure out how to make the backwards “R” in Toys R Us, to no avail).

Armed with this fresh briefing, I broke out of the hoards in the parking lot and headed down the parkway to another shopping center.

And then I sat in the bumper-to-bumper traffic.

20 minutes later, I arrived at Target #2.  While this parking lot was not as horrific as Target #1, it was no picnic.  I think I even parked legally this time.

After treking through the parking lot and slow-walking shoppers (why do they always seem to be in the middle of the aisle, and in front of me?), I made it to the toy section.

Strike two.

You know when you lose your car keys, you keep looking in the same area 2-3 times, just in case they miraculously appeared after the first couple of times you looked?  Well, that’s was me in this Target.  I was sure I had simply overlooked the large section of Disney Princess dresses.  Or that they had more in the back.  Unfortunately, it was not to be.

So, I was down to Toys R Us (I was not going to brave the major shopping region in our area to go to the Disney Store, since spending an hour in traffic to pay $735 for two square inches of fabric pushed the boundaries of my desire not to disappoint my daughter).  Luckily, the Toys R Us was two stores down from Target #2, so I didn’t have to pry the truck out from its current location.

I walked into Toys R Us, said a little prayer, and headed to the Disney section…

And there it was.

The angels sang.  There was much rejoicing.  Even the 1,253 person check-out line could not dampen my spirits.

And the whole time, all I could think about was my mother.  One of my favorite memories of Christmas was in 1977.  A certain little movie came out that year.  And the action figures from that movie were on every 9-year-old’s Christmas list.

Especially the ever elusive Jawa.

The Star Wars Jawa action figure was the holy grail of Christmas gifts that year.  And it was #1 on my list.

And I got it that year.

Later, I would learn that my mother had spent countless hours running from store to store, determined not to let her youngest son be disappointed on Christmas.

I just wonder if A will keep her Snow White dress for 32 years:

Thanks Mom.


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4 Comments on “My mother is laughing at me”

  1. carpoolqueen Says:

    *SOB*

    Geez – next time can we PLEASE insert a disclaimer????

    Beautiful post, my friend. Just beautiful.

    Sus

    PS – Got some bling. He totally came through 🙂


  2. […] couple of years ago, I posted a story about how I ran around, looking for a particular gift that A just had to have for Christmas. My […]


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