Trina is starting American Heritage Girls tonight.
I'm completely intimidated.
First off, it is the unknown, I suppose. I know almost nothing about AHG. Just that they do programs for girls from kindergarten through 12th grades, and that they have the chance to earn merit badges. And some of the sisters of my boys' friends attend this troop. At least I think they are called troops.
I know the location. We used to vote there. But it isn't like I know exactly where I'm going. Someone will undoubtedly help us find the room. So that can't be the anxiety.
No, the anxiety is the whole idea of intentionally interacting with a group of just girls. And Trina being in a room of just 1st to 3rd grade girls.
I'm being stretched. I know it. I avoided situations like this when I was a 1st through 3rd grade girl, you know? I lived in neighborhoods with only boys. I had friends who were girls, but aside from birthday parties, we usually only got together one-on-one. If I was around a group of kids, they were likely to be almost all boys, or at most a 50-50 type of group.
I confessed this to my boy scouts on the way home last night. Connor reassured me. Or something. "Mom," said he, "that is one more thing we have in common. We don't understand girls."
Thanks, hon. I feel so much better.
I'm going to survive this, right? Trina is going to thrive, right?
I have to think that I'm doing the right thing. What I want to do is chuck the whole concept. This is so far outside my comfort zone I can't even begin to describe it.