Submitted by Kari Walters
Northern & Northeastern CO
I knew it would be hard. I knew it would be loud. I knew it would be absolutely crazy. What caught me by surprise was it was an absolutely fabulous crazy.
Each time our leaders take our girls camping for a weekend I admire their courage. I silently say to myself, “How can they put up with the noise?” and then happily give my daughter a hug, tell her to behave, and go on home for a quiet weekend.
This time was different. This time, my weekend schedule happened to be clear and I happily volunteered to help with a weekend not just with our troop, but a very large weekend with 40 people total.
Before I knew what I was saying, the words “I’ll help wherever you need me” came out of my mouth. Who is this woman and why is she volunteering for this? Even my husband said, “are you sure?”
Now is a good time to say I also don’t like being cold. I don’t do snow sports and my perfect winter day is sitting at my computer working on family history, patiently waiting for springtime. I had volunteered to not only go to an overnight excursion with more than 25 young girls, plus our troop of teen PA’s, and a few other crazy moms, but I did it for a thing called “Winter Blast.”
Maybe, I wouldn’t have to go outside. Maybe, I could be useful in the lodge. I don’t own snowpants, so maybe that would get me out of the outdoor activities. Nope, nope, and nope. Our Winter Blast had four different rotating stations with different activities for each. One group would go snowshoeing, another group would do crafts, the third group did yoga, and the last group would go sledding. We’d do a 45 minute shift at each station and then rotate. My duty was to take the four groups outside for sledding.
I sledded right along with them, and it was SO MUCH FUN! We all giggled, we all screamed. We all hesitated when it was time to go back into the lodge for the next scheduled activity, even me. These girls provided me so much joy! They are all amazing in their own way. I saw a quiet girl sitting to the side not ready to sled until the squeals became so contagious she also joined the downhill fun. I saw a few little shy girls come out of their shells over the weekend too.
I could not have had this wonderful experience unless that crazy voice inside of me spoken up against all sane thoughts in my brain. After a week or so of being home and looking back at the previous weekend’s experience, I finally got the chance to ask our troop leader if this is what she feels. With a big smile on her face she responded “Yes!”
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