Today Violet came home with a note about Box Tops for Education in her folder. Yes, she is in preschool. She LOVES it. I adore her teacher. It's wonderful all around with the tiny exception of the social nightmare that is other preschool parents. Apparently there is some unwritten rule that you are not to make eye contact, and if you do, you are glared at. Whatever.
Back to my tirade. I hate fundraisers. I always have. Particularly fundraisers where I have to save labels from horrible soup, tops of boxes from horrible food, buy coupons or coupon books I won't use, or purchase over-priced cluttery things that I don't want. I distinctly remember Grace, my ever on top of things kid, coming home and explaining to me in detail that we needed to save these things and why. Even at the store I cringed when she got excited about them and felt we HAD to buy that box. Eeek! All this simply out of guilt or some other sort of motivation.
I told Violet's sweet teacher as much today. I told her that the whole premise was ridiculous and I intended to just write the school a check for $10 rather than seek out horrible food to feed my family and a chance to give the school mere pennies. I may have shocked her some, but she was very gracious. Did I mention I love her?
Now since then I have made a vow. I have vowed that if ever I am blessed with the opportunity to organize a fundraiser for some sort of youth program, I will buck tradition (surprised?) and probably shock a few people in the process. Hopefully I will start some sort of a trend.
My idea is that I will make up a pledge sheet to give each child. It will say something like:
Because I realize that nearly every fundraiser I have participated in has been some marketing scheme by a rather large company selling me a product disguised as food with a promise to give mere pennies to my school, and because I really have no need for trinkets or coupons or any other form of clutter, I pledge ($5 $10 $15 $20) to the above program with the understanding that I get nothing in return other than the comfort that 100% of my donation will be used for the purpose stated above and I am free of clutter and guilt.
And then there are a bunch of lines for names and amount donated. (Yes, that is one huge sentence. But it's effective, don't you think?)
If someone came to my door with something like that, I'd sign up in a heartbeat. So refreshing. And honest, dammit.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.