Badge of honor
Saturday night, we enjoyed a nice fish camp dinner out with the family. Located a mere two feet from the entrance doors of the restaurant and parallel to the long line of waiting patrons, were tables set up to harbor
the mothers little girls selling girl scout cookies.
The whole ‘mothers pushing sales’ thing touches a tender spot with me and it’s not a sweet one. If I’ve never addressed the subject before, humor me in seizing this little opportunity to do so.
On Sunday morning we headed out for breakfast and our weekly trip to the market. Lo and behold, more tables were set up approximately four feet from the entrance/exit doors of Bi-lo. FYI, Keith is very well-aware of this little ‘peeve’ I have and is ever-gracious in his endeavor to
take my elbow and guide me within a safe proximity around them accommodate me. As we approached, two women sat posed theatrically behind the tables. Their girls, each six years old or less, were running around looking like they’d rather be picking clovers in a grassy field.
Mother #1: (whispering) “Go ahead, ask her…”
Munchkin #1: “ummmm, would you like to buy some Girl Scout cook ––”
Me (as Rooney Mara in The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo): “No.“
That was easy enough, I thought as we proceeded to walk in the store. We shopped, we bought, we paid, we go to leave
. Actually – scratch that last one.
There, standing smack in front of the exit doors, in true ‘twins from The Shining‘ fashion, are munchkins 1 & 2. I purposely stepped on the mat to open the door, forcing them to move back. Mother #2 was completely disengaged as she sat cross-legged on the ground designing a campaign poster (seriously guys, I can’t make this shit up).
Mother #1 (again): “Go on, ask if they want to buy some.”
Munchkin #1 (again): “Would you like to buy some Girl Sc ––”
Me, to Mother #1 (as Linda Blair in The Exorcist): “NOOOOOOOO!!“
Didn’t add thanks afterward, didn’t pass Go, didn’t collect a bleeping $200, didn’t earn an Oscar. Now, for those of you who may call me a grinch, curmudgeon, or any other creative schmuck that comes to mind – so be it. Take solace in the fact that this was mom #1’s lucky day! It stands to reason that had there not been children present, my mouth surely would have chosen to take the road less traveled.
Being a girl scout was the only thing I was really involved in as a kid – and I loved it. Having been raised in a single-parent household, scouting was one of the few activities that was actually affordable. I learned that being a scout was just as competitive as other extracurricular activities like cheerleading, dance, music or sports – but this knowledge didn’t help me to understand why. Even then, those and other sought-after badges were very difficult to earn – I never did get one and believe me I tried. I can only imagine how much harder it is now due to the competing nature of mothers who opt to Occupy Walmart or Bi-Lo in a heroic effort to earn it for their daughters. Let’s fast-forward to my own kid, who I’ve witnessed endure many of the same trials and tribulations through years of hard work in playing sports.
Certain ‘perks’ and ‘opportunities’ are afforded to a few of every batch of kids as a result of extraordinary parental ‘involvement’ (aka, ass-kissing). There, I said it. Not only have I lived it – I’ve watched it. I’ve seen the tears of disappointment as a result of yanked opportunities that she knew in her heart she’d worked hard for and deserved. Chances that instead were handed to a kid whose parent’s head was so far up the coach’s ass they couldn’t tell where they ended and the coach began. I view this competitiveness no differently than I view those freakazoid pageant moms. Meh.
All done in the name of a trophy, a ribbon, a metal, a plaque or as the case may be… a badge. Call me curmudgeon if you will. I’ll NOT be one to justify these self-serving acts which always result in a child somewhere feeling less than just as good as anyone else. I guess some things will never change.
This entry was posted on February 28, 2012 by Bonnie. It was filed under Rants and was tagged with 2012, Children, Competition, Girl Scout, Girl Scout Cookies, Miscellaneous, Musings, opinion, Parenting, random, Random Thoughts, thoughts.
With all the political fund raising gimmicks I wonder when we’ll see republican and democrat cookies. They already have the tea ones.
February 28, 2012 at 5:09 pm
You made me smile big, Carl. Think I’ll stay outta the hot water here and stick with my good ole-fashioned peanut-butter ones!!
February 28, 2012 at 10:18 pm
Great blog .. and you hit the nail right on the head with that last sentence.
February 28, 2012 at 9:06 pm
Thanks Mom. I know you remember how it was then for your kid.
February 28, 2012 at 10:20 pm
I love your use of strike throughs! 🙂
February 29, 2012 at 1:23 am
Thanks Debbie, they can be fun to use. 🙂
February 29, 2012 at 7:23 am
Nice. My sister was a girl scout when she was a child. It seemed precious memory.
February 29, 2012 at 7:32 am
Even looking back now – being a scout was a magical experience, Cocomino. I’m glad your sister was able to experience it too.
March 1, 2012 at 9:14 pm