From Tears to Troops: A Girl Scout Story

How many of us remember being in the 1st or 2nd grade and the permission slip being passed around to join the Girl Scouts? I totally do! I was so excited to be a part of this thing that I had no knowledge of, but the pictures of the girls on the flier had them all wearing matching uniforms and all I knew was that I. WANTED, IN. 

Fast forward 30 years and my Emory was a mini-version of my own six year old self, squawking excitedly and waving the girl scout flier sent home from school in her hand. To say my girl was excited was putting it lightly. She looked kind of like this:

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Yeah...that's pretty accurate. And how could I blame her? She got her own vest that SHE got to accessorize with pins and patches - it was like a fashion dream come true for her. And truth be told, I was pretty excited too! I remembered being a Brownie and going on nature hikes, and doing arts and crafts, and making some of my closest elementary school friends. It was going to be rad - and since it was being offered at her school, which is inclusive, her educational aide would be with her to help her with activities and it was going to be great! Three finger salutes and high fives for days! 

Except it wasn't. 

Without going into great detail, I soon found out that the troop leaders were not acting inclusively, and basically leaving Emory to work with just her aide - not the other girls in her troop. When it was time for the pinning ceremony, this continued, with me having to walk her through the ceremony instead of being able to enjoy watching it like other parents. My ire was high, and I left in tears. For a long time I refused to have anything to do with Girl Scouts, asked them to stop emailing me, and advised that we would never participte in another GS program. 

I guess the universe had other plans though because a year later I ended up face to face with the Chief Operations Officer of our local Girl Scouts organization. I ended up telling her about the issues I had with the troop that was led at Emory's school, and she was as aghast as I was. She couldn't believe that was happening within the troop and ceremony because it did not align with the Girl Scout values. She asked if I'd like to speak more about it, but my mama ire hadn't fully subsided yet and so I declined. But again, the universe was like...

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Months went by - almost a full year really, and I kept thinking about it. There was a nagging to do something about the experience, and so I picked up the phone and called the COO. I finally knew what needed to be done. I needed to turn my tears into triumph and bring the full concept of inclusion to my local Girl Scout organization. I proposed bringing the story of Meet ClaraBelle Blue to their youngest troops, with the possibility of building it into a patch or badge program. My gut told me that if I could get the kids on board, the adults would follow, because let's face it, as adults, we can be dense at times. She went for it, and the VIA (Visibility, Inclusion, Accessibility) patch program was born.  

To say that I am proud of this collaboration is an understatement. I almost missed an opportunity to continue my work as an advocate for inclusion, behind hurt feelings and anger. But in my gut, I knew that if this happened to my Emory, it happened to someone else's Emory. I instinctively understood that the actions were likely not intentional - they just didn't know better, and I am of the belief that when you KNOW better you DO better. So, here we are, a full two years later, collaborating....turning tears into troops. I'll be leading an inclusion workshop for troop leaders, writing columns on inclusion and inclusive activities for the Girl Scout newsletter, and leading the VIA patch program with the Tucson Daisies, Brownies, Juniors, and Cadettes. I couldn't be more excited about this venture with Girl Scouts of Southern Arizona and for their openness and commitment to inclusion for ALL girls. Sometimes, when we get past our feelings, the universe shows us how to BE the change instead of waiting for the change to just happen.

Are your kids scouts? Were you a scout? What were some of your favorite things to do? 

Special Needs Parenting...Not That DIfferent

Sometimes when I'm out with Emory we meet new people. Emory does *not* have Stranger Danger down yet. No matter how many times I say "No honey, we don't know that creepy guy standing behind us in the Target line", she can't help but wave and smile and ask for a fist bump. 

We also tend to get that doting sweet grandma who gushes all over her, and inevitably touches my arm and says something like "Bless your heart mama, it must be so hard." I usually smile and laugh and make a quip about having a full bar for a reason - but that's just my humor acting as my muzzle. I mean, I do have a full bar at home, but in all fairness, I also have a teenager at home, so that full bar *might* be more for the teenager than the 8 year old.  Just keeping it real, folks. But here's the REAL real: Special needs parents are just like regular parents (for the most part). I know - I KNOW! Crazy right?

Sometimes our kids do this:

The old scream, shake and fist pump routine

And sometimes this behavior is directly related to their disability. But sometimes they're just....exerting their right to act their age. However, as a parent, we, like you, go through a series of thoughts before we react. They usually go like this:

Who is this child?

Are you serious right now?

Lord Jesus help me....

And then finally, after many deep, deep breaths (that some might confuse for hyperventilating), we arrive here....

or here....

And really, either is ok because PARENTING IS HARD - kid with special needs or not. So bless all our hearts moms and dads....Bless ALL our hearts. I raise a glass to all of us.

No really, I do.

Look. 

Okay. I didn't *really* do that. But I do salute all of us in the parenting game. We got this.

The Story Behind That Fish Sandwich....

One of my absolute most favorite parts of my job as the author of Meet ClaraBelle Blue is reading to groups of kids. They say the funniest things, and ask the most real, honest questions. I love reading to kids because, well, they love being read to. They get so engrossed in the story and the illustrations...they all guess whether or not ClaraBelle could beat them at Duck Duck Goose, and they always...ALWAYS gross out at the fish sandwich part. ALWAYS. In case you're not familiar with that illustration:

Meet ClaraBelle Blue, page 5

Without fail, those kids make faces, gagging sounds...I think once a kid even threatened to puke his guts out. That one made me laugh *way* out loud! I always ask them if they would eat a sandwich like that, and of course they yell out "NO!" at the top of their lungs. Then I ask if they think their *moms* would eat a sandwich like that, and again "NOOOOOOO!", and that's when I go in for the ultimate gross out. 

"Well....MY mom did," I tell them.

You should see their faces. They usually look something like this:

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And honestly, I don't blame them. It is gross now, and it was gross then. But as we all know, when you're a mom and your kid proudly hands you the "lunch" they made you, you eat it. At least some of it. In front of them. And you smile. 

So yes, when I was around 6 years old, I made my mom a sandwich for lunch that was made up of the following ingredients: tuna fish, turkey, peanut butter, jelly, mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup, butter, lettuce, and gum drops - because everyone knows a sandwich is NOTHING if it doesn't contain gum drops. And because she's my mom, she did what moms do - she took a bite. And then she chewed it. Slowly. Because MOTHER'S LOVE. My mom loved me so much that she took a bite. She took a bite and ingested that travesty between 2 piece of bread, and hugged me and thanked me for making her lunch. Also, how could anyone say no to this face?

Adiba: Excellent sandwich maker, age 6

I remember feeling proud. I remembered that feeling while I was writing Meet ClaraBelle Blue and knew that it had to be part of ClaraBelle's story with her mom. It was so important to the story, and the line running through the story "ClaraBelle Blue is just like you" - because it's so true. My relationship with my daughter is *so much* like my childhood relationship with my mom. My daughter is silly and precocious and a total prankster - like ClaraBelle, and probably like your kiddo too. And I think if she could, she'd make me a tunafish and gumdrop sandwich too. And because I'm her mom, I'd eat it. With a smile on my face (but let's be real, as soon as she looked the other way, that bite would go right into my napkin).

What's the most interesting "meal" your kiddo has ever made you?