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November 9, 2010

My sister and I were reminiscing the other day about our school days. From his reign on high the school director demanded excellence because he was sure you had it in you. Expectations were expected to be fulfilled and most importantly citizenship was fostered. There were plenty do’s and a whole slew of don’ts. Most if not all have served me well in life both personally and professionally.  It will probably not surprise you that I was a Girl Scout, and liked it. A lot. A whole lot. Camping, sewing, cooking, and  Boy Scouts.  Oddly enough my daughters never got into it, though I have hope for my youngest. ” On my honor I will try to serve God and my country, to help other people and to live by the Girl Scout Law” yes I still remember and ok I may have raised my right hand and three fingers. “I will do my best to be: Honest and fair, Friendly and helpful, Considerate and caring, Courageous and strong, and Responsible for what I say and do, And to respect myself and others, Respect authority, Use resources wisely, Make the world a better place, and Be a sister to every Girl Scout.”  Is it any wonder that I am who I am? Tonight I overheard Coach telling one of the girls “But you will know its right and God will know”. Frankly we rarely talk about God here in heathenville but I chuckled to myself. I do wonder though, will they reach above what they believe is possible?

A match is meant to be struck and  candle is meant to be burned . Each offers itself to be used fully until the light burns out. Their existence  merited only by the use of their gifts. Often I remind myself of this, and daily I remind my daughters  be useful, make a difference in each day to something, to someone even though that someone may be only you, give that little extra though it isn’t required.

This time of year seems to open the gates of my soul and I feel a surge of yearning, to be and  to do. As the girls and I drove home this afternoon chasing the sun down the highway, I was thinking of our conversation and how the world offered to my daughters is so much the same and so different from mine. Dinner was made, eaten faster than it took to cook, clothing was removed and  tossed aside quicker than it will take to wash, dry, fold or egads iron, showers were had and damp towels retrieved from floors and beds after solemn faces had assured me they were hung on the towel rack. Makes me wonder about how clean the teeth really are. Perhaps my message isn’t getting through. Do your best. That’s all I ask , just your best that and pick up the wet towels. Oh and wipe the glob of toothpaste from the sink bowl it grosses me out.

I am here to be used up, but you know in a good way. Thoreau wanted to suck the marrow and Shaw to be used up himself but neither I am fairly sure were thinking along the lines of  sucked dry by minutia. Tomorrow night our school will celebrate Martinmas, though we call it Lantern Walk. Symbolically the festival represents many things; for me the brightest is that refrain from my childhood :to let my little light shine. That I may bear light isn’t about a religious meaning but a personal spiritual one,  to do my best even when my best isn’t very much, to be Honest and fair, Friendly and helpful, Considerate and caring, Courageous and strong, and Responsible for what I say and do, And to respect myself and others, Respect authority, Use resources wisely, Make the world a better place.

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  1. November 24, 2010 2:07 pm

    hey mom nice blog i really like it love beauty

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