Trusting Mr. Tree Trimmer

Every job has its ups and downs.  Recently I’ve been experiencing some of the downs of being a stay-at-home-mom.  Grace has a bad cold.  We ended up taking her to the doctor on Monday.  She has an ear infection and a bad cough.  A couple of times she has coughed so hard that she ends up spitting up!  This morning as I was holding my crying baby girl and she proceeded to throw up in my lap, I thought, “This sucks.”

Thankfully, Grace seems to be feeling better already.  She was playing, smiling and now she is taking a good long nap.  A nap that ended up being poorly timed….

Just as I was coming down the stairs from laying Grace down, I heard a knock at the door.  I answered the door to find Mr. Tree Trimmer.  They had been working all morning on trimming trees around my place.  I was already pretty annoyed with the tree trimmers since they were making so much noise.  Grace’s room has an extremely old window that lets in a lot of street noise, so I had to put Grace on my bed for her nap.

“Do you own the little black ford car out front?” asked Mr. Tree Trimmer.

“Yeah.”  I was already sensing that this was not going to be good…

“Do you mind moving your car?  We are trimming trees out front and we don’t want any branches fallin’ on your car.”

“Umm.  I just put my daughter down for a nap…”

“Oh.  Well… I could move your car for you if you like.”

“Umm…  I don’t know… I don’t know you at all.”

“My name is (something I forget) Martin and I have lived here my whole life.”

Did I mention that Mr. Tree Trimmer Mr. Martin had a slightly dutch accent?  Perhaps in other parts of the world this might not make sense, but I trusted him.  His last name is Martin!!  How could I not?  Even just writing that right now makes me laugh.  How silly is it to trust someone just because of their last name and a slight accent?  I left Mr. Martin standing outside for a moment while I double checked on Grace and considered my options.

If Grace had been sleeping in the safety of her crib, I probably would have taken the 5 minutes to run out and move my car.  Perhaps I would have moved my car even if she had been awake and was safely in her super saucer, but she wasn’t.  She was sleeping on my bed.  She can roll over now.  Not safe.  But giving my keys to a Martin who has lived here his whole life, now that’s safe! 🙂

I came back to the door with a piece of paper.  I had written my car’s security code on it.  My car has one of those cool combination lock things on the driver’s door.  You can use it to unlock all the doors and even pop open the trunk.  I love it and I use it ALL THE TIME!  I even lock my keys inside my car so I don’t have to worry about loosing my keys.  (Many friends have told me they think this is crazy.  Feel free to leave “you are crazy comments” below.)  I needed to give him the code because like always, the keys were already locked inside the car.

So not only am I handing over my car to Mr. Martin, but he also has the code to get into my car anytime he wants.

“I’m putting a lot of trust in you, sir.  Trust that you aren’t going to come back here some day and steal my car.”

After we discussed where he would move my car to, he reassured me, “Don’t worry.  I wont steal your car.  It’s not my thing.”

I couldn’t help but wonder… Did he mean that stealing cars wasn’t his thing or that my car wasn’t his style and therefore wasn’t worth him stealing?

When I told Nate about this he wasn’t concerned at all.  He said I did the right thing.  Afterall, “He’s got a good Mennonite name!”


  1. I am just impressed that you had your first “this sucks” moment this far into Grace’s life. I think I had mine about week 2 of Caleb’s life when I realized I was going to have to function & be nice to people on 3 hours of sleep a night! lol

    1. I guess if your car goes missing in the next couple of days, or months…. you can call up Mr. Martin. If you didn’t get his number, you can walk up to every Mennonite church and see if Mr Martin attends that one! You’ll fine him somehow!

  2. Do I even need to leave a comment? I think you know what I’m thinking.

    🙂 what a great story! Kevin will love it!

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