“Thank you for your order! That will be $90.00 please.”
Um excuse me…wh..what??!!
I am pretty sure I almost passed out when she told me the total. What have I done?? What did I do…I bought 17 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies…yep 17 boxes! Ugh. I have a problem. A cookie problem. I blame my mom….it’s all her fault…yeah that’s my excuse.
My cookie problem…er my mom’s influence… dates back to the early 90’s. I was 7 years old and my mom put me in a little blue apron and took me to meet up with some other little girls in blue aprons and they called us “Daisies”. We met a few times a month to make crafts, complete projects to earn patches and ate lots of snacks. January that year rolled around and it was “Cookie Time”.
Cookie Time brought out groups of girls in droves with cute little stands outside of grocery stores and walking their local neighborhoods knocking on doors hoping someone gave into their cute little entrepreneurship adventure and bought a box or two, or in my case seventeen.
At the time I had no idea how significant “Daisies” and “Cookie Time” would become in my life over the next 15 years. I would spend those years meeting with girls in my girl scout troop making cute little crafts for our mothers to add to their endless collections of noodle necklaces and nature drawings we were so proud of. Community service events often taught us that lots of people had a harder time with life than us, and that as long as you had compassion the smallest things could make life better.
My favorite time of year was Cookie Time. We would get our order forms at our January meeting and have several weeks to see how many other suckers we could smile our way into buying our cookies. Back then in our neighborhood, I would get in my uniform, grab a pen and the order form, and spend my Saturday on foot going door to door selling them a smile that comes with cookies later. My goal was always to sell enough cookies to get a free stay at the local Girl Scout Camp. Camp was my summer home away from home. Where I got to be “free and independent”. I will save that one for another day!
I spent years “making new friends, and keeping the old” year to year from troop to troop until I got old enough that I was on my own doing my best to earn patches and awards. I didn’t realize at the time how important these years would be. All of those patches represented skills that I would take into my future. Learning respect and kindness to all was an invaluable lesson that stays with me today.
Girl Scouts and other organizations that value leadership, respect, and teach world values are being compromised by today’s political correctness. My wish is that for years to come lots of little girls will get together and build noodle necklaces and learn to kindly ask if someone would like to buy a box of Girl Scout Cookies…or seventeen.
So when you see those girls crowding the doors at the local box store and sweetly asking if you’d like a box of cookies, please be kind to them. Those cookies aren’t just cookies. Those are memories being made and lessons learned.
Buy one if you want, or buy one for a friend but tell them they are doing a great job and to keep it up. The lessons they are learning will last them a lifetime.
Now if you will excuse me, I have 15 boxes of cookies left to eat….and I am getting behind schedule.