Sometimes I really do feel as though I’ve lost an entire year of my life. And considering that the highlights of last year were two knee surgeries, near paralysis, and Lyme Disease, well, I really did lose a year. We’re wading into April, and I’m just now getting caught up on tax paperwork, homeschool filing, and end of the year kid’s activities. I don’t even want to discuss the dust bunnies taking up residence under my bed. Honestly, I expect my bed to start levitating, which would be kind of a nice change of pace had I not seen The Exorcist when I was 12.
But I digress.
One area of our lives that has suffered the most neglect would be all that is involved in the girls American Heritage Girls scouting troop. Not long ago, I came across my old Girl Scouts handbook, and was amused at the simplicity of the badges I earned.
After thumbing through a few, I came across the Cyclist badge that I had started but not completed. The requirement that I was hung up on was: “With others show how to make a shelter using ponchos and bicycles.”
This surprised me, especially since my mother had proudly made me my very own rain poncho to see me through my formidable growing up years. She cut a hold in the middle of an round orange fringed vinyl table cloth, then sewed some orange bric-a-brac around the neck hole. She stuck my head into the neck hole and called it a rain poncho.
I called it an invitation to get beaten up at the bus stop.
I’m certain that I’ve told this story here before, and I suppose I’m still suffering the humiliation.
Anyhoo. Badge work today is considerably more complicated than in 1971. And so is operating the television, but who am I to complain. I spent the better part of the last few days getting Cailey prepared for her Level Award. This is an award that a Tender Heart (1st through 3rd grader) receives just prior to moving up to the status of an Explorer (which is 4th through 6th grade).
There were service star hours to be tallied, last minute badge work to be finished, and she had to make a poster demonstrating what A.H.G. means to her. She completed everything about 2 minutes prior to time to leave for her A.H.G. meeting today. Which was not a moment too soon, since the 3rd graders were having their Level Award interviews today after the meeting.
When we arrived back home tonight, Fiddledaddy asked Cailey if she was nervous during the interview. Exasperated she replied, “NO, but guess who was?” And with that she pointed her bony finger in my general direction.
She continued, “While I was waiting, Mom kept telling me SMILE AND SPEAK UP,” attempting to imitate my voice while sounding suspiciously mocking.
I was very proud of my girl, as she has indeed earned her Level Award and will officially be counted among the Explorers at the Cross Over Ceremony next month. Sniff. Sniff.
Wherein I will be in the first row with my industrial sized box of tissues, horrifying my two little scouts with encouragements of SMILE FOR MOMMY!
Frankly, they don’t know how good they’ve got it. Table cloths are on sale at Target this week and my, but it’s been rainy.