HelloKitty and I are packing for Girl Scout camp. she’s driving me crazy because the packing list says to pack medicine. She doesn’t take any regularly, but it says to bring medicine. Try explaining that to a 6 year old.

She’s really looking forward to it, but is a little bit scared. Fortunately for her, I am one of the co-leaders, so at least I’ll be there. There are 6 other little girls who will be there without their mothers, and that’s the part that has me scared. Somehow, I’ll be responsible for all these other little girls- not only managing to keep them from getting lost or killed, but to make sure they don’t get scared or help them when they are missing their house, etc. When I was 6, I couldn’t spend the night away from my mother- I can only imagine what this is going to be like.

I joined Girl Scouting with my daughter because I wanted to be able to have some special memories with her like I did with my mother when I was a Brownie and she was a co-leader. Sometimes I think I’ve gotten myself into a mess, though, there are adult politicky things that I absolutely abhor. And there’s still that little part of me that doesn’t think I’m nearly grown up enough to be responsible for a bunch of little kids, never mind the 3 of my own, but I’m strong, I’ll survive. After all, I am a Girl Scout.