Momma Told Me: Not everyone's cut out for cookies and campfires!
As a very little girl Momma would tell me about a magical 'exclusive' group of young women who would sell delicious cookies, camp together and earn beautiful badges they wore upon themselves like a beauty queen's sash. These badges, she'd note, were even more important and revered than those of a beauty queen, however, because good little girls earned them through mastering new skills and making friends. Whether it was Momma's own desire to relive a childhood dream of becoming a Girl Scout, or my own genuine enthusiasm, I eventually broke down and began pleading for her sign me up with this 'elite' group.
Even at 6, I could tell Momma was torn. Placing me in the Scouts would require her to relinquish me to another parent for several hours a week, or become a troop mother and host events herself. As a woman who wished to helicopter parent, yet cared little for children other than her own, it was clearly a tough dilemma. This is all to say, just over a year of being enlisted with our local Brownies chapter and Momma was asking me daily if I still wanted to take part. When my enthusiasm didn't wain, she began using the group as an incentive and threat, all at once. If this all sounds sordid, I assure you it's only something I have revisited as an adult and discussed with Momma, looking back. My perspective at the time was much different!
Then, one fateful day, at school, the Friday of our weekly meeting, Momma found the straw she had needed to justify removing me from the program. At recess, playing with my best friend, I swung a plastic bubble wand necklace into the side of her face. Naturally, we had both been twirling the necklaces around by the string, and it had been a complete accident, but the moment tears began a report was made with the principal and I was informed I had sullied myself as a potential future Girl Scout and Momma would be stripping me of my sash.
It was traumatic, and something I discussed with my best friend, yes, the very one I had offended so grievously, at length through the coming weekend. No matter how I pleaded, Momma would not take her decision back. As I well know now, this had much more to do with Momma than myself, but through most of my younger years I was all a bit bitter towards my fellow Scouts about it. I suppose I too, one day, will be a mother trying to relive a chance lost through a child enrolled in such group activities!
Why have I told you this story? Why, because every year I see those green clad girls standing in front of the grocer I feel a twinge of regret for Vanessa Delgado and the Bubble Necklace Incident. And, even though I know there was little I could have done to fight an exhausted mother looking to lighten her load, I feel a twinge of guilt and buy an extra box of Thin Mints for all those Girl Scout Cookies I should have sold!
In the spirit of all things mint instantly tying into the festivities of St Patrick's Day, honoring the return of the Shamrock Shake, and inspired by my favorite Girl Scout cookie, here's perhaps one of the most delicious cupcake recipes I've ever dabbled with! And, while no Thin Mints are actually IN the recipe, you will surely want to pick up a box for comparison- don't forget you can now support your local troop and
buy Girl Scout cookies online!
Were you ever a Girl Scout or Troop Mom? Were you one of those who wish you had been?
What Daughter Says: I may not have been meant to sell them, but I can certainly EAT them!
Thin Mint Cupcakes
