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.
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?!?
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.
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…
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.