A few years ago I participated in a storytelling project in the month of December. The theme of the event was “gifts” and I told the story of how I had received a Brownies uniform and manual from my grandparents for my 7th birthday, granting me the opportunity to be in a troop, only to be faced with a horrible troop leader who freely told the other girls that she didn’t like me and would only hand out badges on days when I wasn’t there. My story concluded with revealing that after one year in Brownies, I only had one badge. All the other girls moved on to the next level of Girl Scouts… I did not.
My mother was at the storytelling event and two weeks later for Christmas, she handed me a small gold box. Inside was a Brownies sash, adorned with every single badge a girl could earn and accompanied by a three-page letter explaining how I had earned them. I was so touched, I cried. It was the most beautiful and thoughtful gift I ever received.