The Girl Scout Leader
I am not a
Girl Scout leader for the easy hours,
high pay,
parent's gratitude, power or prestige.
I'm a leader
because I want the world for your daughter and mine --
a world she
can share and help shape; a world of love
and laughter
where she can show compassion.
I want to
help her learn to finish anything she starts
and do it
well, and to guide her to know her worth
with a deeper
understanding of herself.
I want them
to be the best they can be whether
as career
women or as homemakers, wives,
and mothers
who are at the heart of the family.
In giving
of myself and my time,
I reap rewards
far beyond what I give.
I receive
for my children and future generations a better world.
I'm a Girl
Scout leader because I care.
The Leader's Daughter
You find one
like me in every troop,
I'm supposed
to be the best in the group!
You see me
there, the leader's daughter,
I always do
just what I oughter.
I always smile,
I have no choice,
When others
are loud, What did I do
To have to
share my mom with you?
Daisies and
Brownies was new and fun,
I'd brag and
say, "My mom's the one
who makes
the plans and carries out
The fun there
is to be a Girl Scout.
In Junior Girl
Scouts, I'd speak out,
But still
I wouldn't scream or shout.
You see, it
didn't change a thing-
Cause Mom
still told me what to bring!
In Cadette
Girl Scouts, I raised my hand,
I want to
quit, please understand,
The problem
is Mom doesn't see
That it's
no longer fun for me.
I'm always
the first and must set up!
I'm last to
leave and must clean up!
The rest go
home, but I'm still there,
Loading up
and straightening each chair!
It's time to
be a Senior Girl Scout,
Mom's not
going, she's training leader scouts
She understands,
says it's okay,
That I can
quit and have my way,
But I'm no
quitter, I think I'll stay.
I'll earn
my Gold, and then someday,
I'll have
a daughter, sometime or other,
And I'll be
a leader just like my mother.
To My Child,
Just for this
morning, I am going to smile when
I see your
face and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this
morning, I will let you wake up softly,
all rumpled
in your sheets and I will hold you
until you
are ready for the day.
Just for this
morning, I will let you choose
what you want
to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this
morning, I am going to step over the laundry,
and pick you
up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this
morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink,
and let you
teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this
afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and
keep the computer
off, and sit with you in the back yard and blow bubbles.
Just for this
afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble
when you scream
and whine for the ice cream truck,
and I will
buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this
afternoon, I won't worry about what
you are going
to be when you grow up,
or second
guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this
afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies,
and I won't
stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this
afternoon, I will take you to McDonald's
and buy us
both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this
evening, I will hold you in my arms
and tell you
a story about how you were born, and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this
evening, I will let you stay up late
while we sit
on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this
evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours,
and miss my
favorite TV show.
Just for this
evening, when I run my fingers through your hair as you pray,
I will simply
be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think
about the mothers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers
who are visiting their children's graves
instead of
their bedrooms, and mothers who are in hospital rooms
watching their
children suffer senselessly,
and screaming
inside that they can't handle it anymore.
And when I
kiss you goodnight,
I will hold
you a little tighter, a little longer.
It is then
that I will thank God for you,
and ask him
for nothing, except one more day!
Toast to the Long - Suffering Husband of the Volunteer Worker
Here's to the
man -- the poor, poor man
Whose busy
wife does all she can
To make his
home as precious as pearls,
While she's
out "Scouting" with the girls.
He leaves for
work in the gray, gray dawn,
The phone
starts ringing the moment he's gone,
when he comes
home he finds a note
And this is
what his wifey wrote...
"Tonight I'll
be a little late,
But on the
table I put your plate,
Now don't
forget to watch the stew
And keep your
eye on the children, too.
That handkerchief
I forgot to press,
But I couldn't
wear a wrinkled dress!
I have an
appointment to keep, you see
Tomorrow,
I'll try to iron you three.
The laundry
brought your shirts today
But I didn't
get them put away.
Just clean
a place upon the shelf,
I do feel
I should have done it myself.
I had to use
the car, today,
I backed it
out the very same way
I've seen
you do it ten times or more
But, darling,
I hit the old garage door.
I'll have to
have it tomorrow, too
I'm taking
the "Scouts" out to the zoo.
No, it won't
take much gasoline,
And could
you manage to wash it clean?
Of course it's
raining, but please don't fret,
They couldn't
possibly get the cushions wet.
Oh, yes, I
remember the trip before --
They only
got mud on the seat and the floor.
No really,
folks this isn't all true
But if it
were, he'd see her through
He really
thinks she's a pretty swell gal
And working
with Scouts makes her a real pal.
So here's to
the man, the lucky man,
Whose busy
wife does all she can
To guide our
daughters from strife and sorrow,
For they'll
be the "Leaders of Tomorrow..."