Tonight was Little Miss Thing’s very first Girl Scout bridging ceremony!
When it was her turn to cross the bridge and she was asked to tell the assembled crowd what she liked most about Girl Scouts, without hesitation she said, “Eating the snacks.”
That’s my girl.
You know, you have a kid and, sure, it’s cool and circle of life blah blah. But they’re so much work, you know, with the feeding — EVERY DAY — and diapers and the sleepless nights and the scraped knees and, oh, let’s say… surprise heart surgery. And, sure, they look like you and that’s flattering, I guess, with the propagating of your genes and all. And sometimes they smile at you or do well in school and get awards and it’s nice. Yay. But then one day when they’re almost fifteen they disappear for an hour and then show up with hand made and delicious Thin Mint ice cream that they made entirely by themselves with real Thin Mints and they give you some before you even ask and suddenly it’s all been worth it.
My Oldest, age 14, tells me she asked her Health teacher to go into more detail on the various genders and orientations because the book is too limited. When he said he wasn’t allowed to cover that material, she petitioned to teach it to the class herself. He said she could have five minutes at the end of class sometime next week.
She is now prepping. “How do I cram all of birth sex, gender identity and orientation into five minutes??? I probably won’t even be able to get to covering consent. This is a nightmare.”
I could not be prouder.
Very Vocal Viking 