Her Girl Scout troop. Yes….this did happen. Yes….I’m pissed. Yes….I’m glad she’s no longer in this troop. And Yes….I think it’s sort of funny….giggle giggle funny.
So a couple of years ago I found out a troop was forming in our school. I
sort of begged to get Second Eldest Female Spawn into this troop. Eldest Female Spawn is in a kick-ass troop – super organized and – understanding – of my….let’s say…my inability to meet every deadline or assignment target with her..troop. Based on my previous (and current) experience with Eldest Female Spawn (EFS) – I was sort of psyched to get Second Eldest Female Spawn (SEFS) involved.
Meeting times weren’t the best for me but as I didn’t have time to give to the group, I didn’t say anything. I refuse to complain about something I am unable to help with. If I had time I would be there and ready to help out! Problem is I have two older spawn and one littler spawn…and a traveling Dr. Evil. And 2 dogs. And a partridge in a pear tree.
We made the meetings we could. We did what we could. We missed a lot of stuff.
Then Dr. Evil got sick. One of the awesome moms just took over driving SEFS to and from meetings and took care of stuff. The girls sold cookies and put one in her name so she could get a patch. We bridged to Brownies. She had a great time at Bridging. I so didn’t fit in with the other moms…..oh well…it’s not about me…it’s for her.
Fast forward. I sent in the registration form to the National place or whatever vs doing it locally because …we….missed that meeting. Fall softball took precedence. A leader thought I hadn’t registered took me off emails. I told her I had and she confirmed with the higher powers that be and included me once again.
Another email came out. Then another. I don’t remember these emails. I am guilty of not reading my mail often – I get like 100 messages a day. I sometimes don’t log on. I sometimes pretend I don’t have email and don’t look at it for days. Or I look for the ones from the school…and the bank…and that’s it. (and now for the ones from firstname.lastname@example.org). I knew cookie time was approaching.
Then I got the email. The one that said I was being a mean person if I thought I could not respond to emails or attend meetings and take cookies from another girl who did respond and mess with their goal. If only I’d taken the time to read the emails. Blah Blah Blah.
I was informed the people running and Involved in the troop were making it a success. I should look for another troop for my spawn to be a part of.
I calmly replied….while biting my tongue off. “I would NEVER expect to take cookies from another child. I am obviously too busy to be a part of this for my daughter. Please remove us from all mailing lists and correspondences.”
I received a “thanks for understanding” reply.
Then…I lost it and sent the scathing email I was thinking about sending the first time. Probably not my best moment…..
I had to tell SEFS she is no longer apart of her troop. I told in her no uncertain terms it was not her fault, but mine. I told her we can find a new troop. I have spoken with EFS (and her leaders) and she said she’d love for SEFS to come to a meeting with her so she feels included. EFS even suggested – before I said a word – SEFS should come with her to sell cookies so she would be happy. SEFS was completely fine with all of this. Which – in and of itself – speaks volumes to me.
Overall, I am happy with the outcome of this situation. The leadership displayed – kicking a kid out of a freaking Girl Scout troop – is not something I want my daughter to model. The leader was valid in her points about my lack of participation. I openly admit that. I am busy. I am a mom. I have to make decisions about which things are more important when I am running our lair on my own. I am the only one able to drive. Four Spawn. Eldest Spawn’s activities have a slightly heavier weight if they are school related as he’s approaching high school in a couple of years.
But really – who gets kicked out of Girl Scouts? (ummmm…I got kicked out of Blue Birds for setting a mini fire in the garbage can when I was 8 at summer camp with my friend Becky……she was doomed from the start via genetics.)
We Do ! We Do !
EJ out – to find another troop for SEFS!
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And thanks to Anna Sandler for the idea to write this post. Twitter @Anna_Sandler.