Volunteering as a parent for Girl Scouts

Sometimes You Bite Off More Than You Can Chew

You’ve been doing such a great job balancing everything on your plate. Maybe even gave yourself a pat on the back for keeping it all together (most of the time). 

All of your plans, priorities, & people seem to finally be lined up nicely.

And then…you are asked to volunteer.

Bam!

Within an instant your mom guilt kicks in & possibilities race through your mind.

I won’t seem like a very good mom if I don’t agree to help. I don’t want my kids to think that I don’t care about them. What will the other parents think if I just say no?!?

Sound familiar?

I don’t care who you are or where you’re from, the volunteer recruitment people will find you. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But trust me, you simply cannot hide.

I know because they came for me, too.

It was September 22. That day will be forever ingrained in my mind. Not because we survived the Solar Eclipse that occurred the day prior, but because my daughter reminded me of it at least 47 times a day for weeks. 

It was the Girl Scout interest meeting. 


I was excited for her to try something new, & had enjoyed my time as a Girl Scout in my own childhood. So why not?

After the exciting presentation about badges, camps, & sisterhood, they dropped the bomb: these would all be brand new troops and there were no leaders.

All of the puppy dog eyes turned toward their parents silently begging for someone to step up.  No one did for our grade, so it seemed as though there would be no troop. Until my daughter verbally nominated me, & the other parents agreed. Uh oh…

Sure. Ok. I can do this. 

I completed the paperwork & started my background check that night. No big deal. Whew!


But wait…there’s more!

As soon as my Troop Leader application was approved, I received an email asking if I would also be willing to have the 4th grade girls in my Troop as they didn’t have a leader. Mom guilt,again. So, of course I said yes.

After 5 different trainings composed of classroom sessions, webinars, & CPR certification…


4 books with lesson plans & tips…

3 trips to an out of town bank…

2 levels of Girl Scouts to coordinate (Brownie & Junior with different badge requirements for each)…

& 1 very tired mama…

We had our very first troop meeting last night!!! The girls had a blast & I did, too. 

Yes, I bit off more than I could chew.

No, I had no clue what I was getting in to.

But maybe sometimes that’s ok. 

After seeing the smile on my daughter’s face, I wouldn’t want it any other way.


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Are You A "Maybe Sometime" Mom, too?

Maybe Sometime you’ll have one of those perfectly pleasurable days you see featured on social media feeds.

Maybe Sometime you will scour Pinterest weeks ahead of the holiday & complete several projects to ensure your super Mom status. 

Maybe Sometime your counters will sparkle, no crumbs will stick to your feet when you walk across the floor, & your endless to do list will finally get done.

Or maybe not.

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I am a Maybe Sometime Mom.

I am guilty of wishing that Maybe Sometime things would just go my way.

Of wishing that I wasn’t always needed so dang much.

Of idealizing the past & rushing the future.

 

But you know what?

There’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.

We are all human & we all have our own wants, needs, & desires.

As moms, we sacrifice a lot to ensure the health & happiness of those around us. The trick lies in having enough fun along the way to avoid being bitter. To avoid becoming a martyr of our own making.

And as much as I always want to be a “yes” mom, joyfully embarking on every crazy adventure my girls dream up, I cannot. With our crazy schedules, endless commitments, & lengthy bucket lists, I would be lying if I always said yes. But I certainly don’t want to crush their spirits with a quick & thoughtless “no.”

So, instead, I tell them Maybe Sometime.

I say it so much that they now preface requests with “Mom, maybe sometime can we…”

Like this morning when they wanted to make [amazon_textlink asin=’B003W0UMPI’ text=’cupcakes’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’Sometimemom-20′ marketplace=’US’ link_id=’4080d2cd-d32e-11e7-8a47-6de4200445de’].I have all the baking supplies you can think of, & super fun decorations to top them with. I told them we would pick up the ingredients at the store & maybe sometime today we could make them.

The important thing is that they know we really will.  Maybe.

Maybe not this time.

Maybe our schedules will be too hectic to do all of the things for Halloween. Or Thanksgiving. But for Christmas? We might.

Maybe I won’t find find out about a school project until the night before & it will be a slapped together mess made of leftovers from our craft box.

Maybe Sometime I will know far enough in advance that we can make that school project [amazon_textlink asin=’B07387JYMT’ text=’sparkle’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’Sometimemom-20′ marketplace=’US’ link_id=’77a5cbee-d32e-11e7-8b80-45baedf86a85′] like Dolly Parton with the coolest types of glitter.

Maybe Sometime it will turn into right now, like it did today.

Are You A “Maybe Sometime” Mom, too?

Maybe Sometime you’ll have one of those perfectly pleasurable days you see featured on social media feeds.

Maybe Sometime you will scour Pinterest weeks ahead of the holiday & complete several projects to ensure your super Mom status. 

Maybe Sometime your counters will sparkle, no crumbs will stick to your feet when you walk across the floor, & your endless to do list will finally get done.

Or maybe not.

I am a Maybe Sometime Mom. 

I am guilty of wishing that Maybe Sometime things would just go my way. Of wishing that I wasn’t always needed so dang much. Of idealizing the past & rushing the future.

But you know what?

There’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.

We are all human & we all have our own wants, needs, & desires

As moms, we sacrifice a lot to ensure the health & happiness of those around us. The trick lies in having enough fun along the way to avoid being bitter. To avoid becoming a martyr of our own making.

And as much as I always want to be a “yes” mom, joyfully embarking on every crazy adventure my girls dream up, I cannot. With our crazy schedules, endless commitments, & lengthy bucket lists, I would be lying if I always said yes. But I certainly don’t want to crush their spirits with a quick & thoughtless “no.”

So, instead, I tell them Maybe Sometime.

I say it so much that they now preface requests with “Mom, maybe Sometime can we…”

Like this morning when they wanted to make cupcakes. I told them we would pick up the ingredients at the store & maybe sometime today we could make them.

Spiderweb Halloween cupcakes

And we made Halloween cupcakes!

The important thing is that they know we really will.  Maybe.

Maybe not this time. 

Maybe our schedules will be too hectic to do all of the things for Halloween. But for Christmas? We might.

Maybe I won’t find find out about a school project until the night before & it will be a slapped together mess made of leftovers from our craft box.

Maybe Sometime I will know far enough in advance that we can make that school project sparkle like Dolly Parton.

Maybe Sometime will turn into right now, like it did today.