It’s not about the cookie

I have spent a lot of time hearing, “Hello, would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” this month.
 Our daughter Madz has a goal to sell as many as Girl Scout cookies as she can. Okay, technically, she wants to sell 2,000, but I’ve curbed that number to, whatever we can manage.
 But, she sells, not me.
 I am transportation, management, supply and training. She’s the sales force.
 I know some parents find it easier to just take the sheet or cookies to work/church and sell for their daughter.
 Yeah, that would take less time and energy. And I wouldn’t have spent countless hours during the weekends sitting outside of businesses or in my car while she asked, “Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?”


And I probably wouldn’t have to sit by this smelly trash can.
 But while sit here with the wafting remains of whatever that is, she’s getting told:
 “No.”
 “No, thank you.”
 “{silence}”
 “Yes, when I leave.”
 “Do you have…”
 Some people are really nice and reaffirm much of what I love about living here. Others, well, they probably had a bad day and deserve some grace. Even if it is hard for me to give them.
 But, I’ve learned it’s not about the cookies.


Here’s what it’s really about:
 
 Watching your daughter learn to make change and having them count it back to her customer.
 
 Watching her ask for an additional sale when someone hands her a $10 or $20, and have the people actually agree to her sales tactic.
 
 Helping her learn to visit with someone with a disability.
 
 Watching her organize.
 Interacting with her as she asks me to do a specific task to help her organize.
 
 Watching her interact and learn to make small talk.
 
 Watching her learn to multi-task as she restocks her table and sells cookies.
 
 Helping her meet people who are different and who have different life stories.
 
 Helping her respond positively, no matter what she’s heard in response to her request.
 
 Hearing her answer questions posed to her.
 
 The real truth:
 It’s about spending countless hours with your girl, watching her grow and mature.
 
 That’s my take-away.
 
 So, yes, it’s easier for me to do it. But, what would we both miss if I did?
 
 And, besides, who’d smell this trash? ;)
 
 – Court

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3 comments

  1. jordanbaileyart

    As a daughter and a former Girl Scout: thank you from the depths of my soul. Your description of watching Madz mature in those specific ways really opened my eyes to recognize how my mother did the same for me. I remember feeling embarrassed for my mom when I missed a really easy lay-up at a basketball game, I wished she wasn’t there to witness that part of me. But I think I understand why she needed to be there for those moments now.

    Madz is becoming a beautiful young woman, and you are so much the reason why.

    • Courtney Milleson

      Jordan – thank you for sharing that comment. This parenting this isn’t for cowards and my crystal balls out for repair.
      It’s interesting you were embarrassed for your mom. That tells me a lot about your heart!!! I wanna hug your neck!

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