This week's topic is Good Jorb. I instantly knew what picture I wanted to use. It's not a great pic, but it captures one of the very goodest of my jobbestes. Last year, my oldest joined Little Flowers, we came in mid-way through the year, and she enjoyed being with the other girls. When the mama who was hosting, asked me over the summer if I would like to co-lead with her, create a more cohesive experience, and add service projects to the mix... Well, I didn't actually squee... out loud. But YES, YES, YES! I love our Little Flowers, and I flat out adore service projects. The chance to get my lovely girl and a lot of other girlies acquainted with the joy that is serving others was very much my sweet spot. But this post isn't about all the work we've done. It's about being a mama.
If you are familiar with Girl Scouts, then you know the drill with the badges. I was a Girls Scout: Daisy through Junior, so for about a decade. I had a LOT of badges. A ridiculous lot. They covered my blue Daisy vest, my chocolately Brownie vest, and bled straight from my green Junior sash onto my Junior jacket. I was pretty proud of them, but I never really contemplated how I would hand my mother a stack of newly earned badges and a piece of uniform and magically a beautifully sewn, newly adorned uniform would come back. It was all a magical mystery... until last week, when I finally stopped being a slacker and sat down to catch up on all of the petals that my Little Flower had earned since last year.
I don't mind hand sewing, not in the slightest. I've made my girl's Christmas stockings, I've finished off many a cross stitch project, I've even done some embroidery. But never have I ever had to hand stitch through a millimeters thick badge, backed with some sort of impenetrable plastic. Sweet mercy, y'all. It turns out that while the other end of a needle isn't sharp per se, it does not feel so hot when you use the pad of your finger to attempt to press it through material that I'm fairly certain is related to concrete, especially after the fourth or fifth badge. But I love that kid a lot. Enough to catch her up to this year. Not quite enough to add the year so far and actually break skin. So maybe not the Mother of the Year, but dang, y'all, I'm gonna have to pat myself on the back here and self-celebrate my seriously Good Jorb!