Badges! Badges! I don't need no stinking Badges!

What has become of me?  I've become that mom who lives vicariously through her 7 year old daughter.  Don't get me wrong.  I haven't signed her up for Toddlers and Tiaras or Honey Boo Boo's Texas Choice Pageants.  I signed her up for Brownies!

Why? Girl Guides? Brownies? what have I done?

Well, I have a problem.  I love badges.  I want to get badges...lots of them.  In fact I may buy some on Ebay...no kidding.

Why badges?

Well, I used to be a brownie from 1977-1979 (7-9yrs old).  I wore my brownie dress, scarf, beret with pride.  I enjoyed my Wednesday nights at St. Cuthbert's Church.  It was my first time in a church (I'm a Hindu and didn't know until I stepped into a church that I wasn't a Christian...that's a whole other post!)

Brownies was a time I could do arts and crafts, sing songs, cook and bake and play with friends not from my school.  I did this for years.  Every week I would happily skip to the church and be a brownie.

It wasn't until the end of my second year as a brownie that Snowy Owl called me at home one night.  She asked if I was serious about being a Brownie.  I was confused. Of course I was serious about being a Brownie.  I played, cooked and created with all of my new friends.  Snowy Owl then proceeded to tell me how in the entire two years of my Brownie career I never got a badge. 

Badges, Badges,...I don't need no stinking Badges!

It's true I never got a badge.  I didn't care about badges.  I was having a great time.

Snowy Owl broke it to me gently...."You can't go to Girl Guides without any badges.  Maybe you shouldn't come back next year."

I was devastated. 

It wasn't until my daughter started Brownies last week how much I wanted her to get badges! 

I'm on a mission to get as many badges as I (we) can!  Notice the transference!