Daisy Dave

A little while ago, I related how I was suckered...I mean, gently persuaded into volunteering to be a Girl Scout leader for my daughter's Daisy troop.  I figured, if no one else would volunteer, if it was me or no one, what's the worst that could happen?  So I started submitting my paperwork and waited until the Girl Scouts either said, Ok, go ahead, or issued a restraining order.

Cookies?

To my surprise, I am now one of the leaders of a small (but highly energetic) troop of Daisies.  I have a co-leader, but besides the occasional Girl Scout pointers, she lets me pretty much plan and run the meetings however I want.  And the moment I realized that was the moment when I realized that I had ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING!

Yeah, I really can't stress this enough.  No idea.  At all.  What I'm doing, or what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing.

Lots of resources on-line?  Just search Pinterest?  These are not actually viable pointers on how to put together a Daisy scout meeting.  Especially when most of the planning is being done on my lunch break at work.

And there were times, when the kids were running around screaming, the parents were looking at me with that one raised eyebrow (you know the one I'm talking about; the Eyebrow of Judgement), that I thought to myself, That's it, I'm done.  I quit.

But then, there were other times, like when I attended my daughter's Holiday party at her elementary school, and I passed one of the other Daisies in the hall, and she ran over to me, gave me hug, and said I should come see her class's party, too, that I realized that even if I didn't know what I was doing, those Daisy Scouts knew exactly what I was doing.  I was having fun, with them, and if we can have fun and learn something along the way, this year will be an out-of-park success.

Cookies!!

This week, my daughter and I enjoyed twin ceremonies.  First, I was able to pin her official Girl Scout Daisy Membership pin on her, and all the new Daisy Scouts, something I was deeply honored to be able to do.  Then, a couple days later, I was given my official Girl Scout membership pin.

I know what you're thinking: they should've gone with the restraining order.

Too late, now.

I don't usually post pictures of myself...but, c'mon!  Am I right?

All of which is just a very long-winded way for me to say, everyone reading this blog must immediately order ten boxes of Girl Scout cookies from my daughter.  Thanks in advance, and don't make me get the six-year-olds after you.

Too subtle?