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Twist me and turn me and show me the elf...

I look in the mirror and see myself!

First Brownie meeting tomorrow. Am a bit nervous. We have four new girls this year, which means four new moms too. I have to talk to these moms and put them at ease and ask them for money (dues, fees) and time (field trip help, cookie selling help). I -- well, Amy and I, as we are in this together -- have to make sure these girls have a good time and learn something. We have some good plans in place, but I'm still nervous. At a volunteer training session last year, one of the trainers talked about all the great things she learned from her troop leader, what a great role model she was, how she imparted such wisdom and taught their troop things that still resonate with them though lo many years have passed...somehow I can't imagine anyone feeling that way about me, in years to come.

Oh well. I guess I should just focus on keeping them entertained for one hour, every other Thursday. It can't be that hard, can it?


Chris said…
I worry about these types of things all the time when I teach, and I've come to the conclusion that all you can do is be yourself and do the best you can. You're not there to change lives, but to simply just teach them a thing or two and have fun doing it. If you have a big impact, great. If not, oh well. My Cub Scout leaders didn't change my life; I had a little fun but was mostly miserable all during Scouts. It didn't scar me for life though. Each girl will get out of it what they put into it, all you have to do is relax and just be the kind of leader you'd like if you were a kid. This is volunteerism. No one's paying you, so no one's expecting you to perform to idol worshipping standards. And if they are, they're nuts.
Anonymous said…
Good luck! I think that people who say that things like Brownies changed their lives may have flawed memories. I agree with Chris - you can only be yourself. You will make an impact on some but not on others. So, relax and have fun with the girls.

aimee said…
I agree with Chris and Mom but I have to say to not sell yourself short. Even though Brownies probably did not change me, I do still remember my leader (Peggy) and the fun we had at Brownies meetings. So I say just remember to smile and they'll have fun if they think you are.
Good luck!

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