Guest blogger Liz Fenton: I think I've been Type A from birth. Even as a baby, my mom said I was always trying to boss around my older siblings, screaming bloody murder if I didn't get my way. And over the years, although I stopped screaming when I didn't get what I wanted, the desire to be in charge didn't change -- I found myself stepping up to lead other students in high school, my sorority sisters in college and my colleagues at work.
So it may surprise you to learn that I'm scared to death to co-lead my kindergartner's Daisy Girl Scout troop.
Maybe it's because I hadn't gone to that first meeting with any intent of running a troop. Hell, I wasn't even sure we had time for my daughter to become a Girl Scout at all. But when I saw her baby blues pleading with me to get involved, I just couldn't say no. And even this cynical mommy will admit that she's never hugged me like the way she did after I raised my hand to volunteer.
It wasn't until I got home that night that the panic set in. What did I get myself into? I don't even have time to watch my TiVoed "Project Runways"! How will I find the time to run these meetings?
Not to mention the fact that I can't even get my own kids to listen to me. How was I going to wrangle sixteen 5-year-olds once a month? And don't even get me started on the cookies. Even though I'm a seasoned salesperson by day, the thought of cold-calling with cookies struck fear into my heart. What if I failed?
But the next morning, my daughter jumped out of bed and started singing, "My mommy's a Girl Scout leader..." and I remembered that I had already made my most important client happy. She doesn't care how many boxes of Thin Mints we sell, as long as we do it together.