I like a challenge, I like to achieve something that few else have managed, throw me something silly to do and typically I will give it a go.
But this, this almost killed me. At times it felt it was truely, Mission Impossible.
It has taken three long years, that is thirty six months of my life dedicated to one sole aim and still I am only 50% successful. I laugh at myself when I think how naive I was three years ago, thinking a bit of research, a few phone calls and I would be almost there; I had no idea of the path that lay before me.
I won’t lie, I have almost given up numerous times, one night almost a year ago, I turned to he who helped create them and clutched at his shirt lapels with a stricken face and cried,
‘I just can’t do this anymore!’
He looked down upon my creased, stress tormented face and stroked back my hair saying ‘you ran a marathon Jane; for God’s sake you can do THIS.’
So I picked myself up, brushed away the tears of pity and reformulated my plan. I spent more hours scrolling through the internet; I sent more emails, made more phone calls. Each one a dead end;
‘I am sorry, I don’t handle that area,’ said one kind soul;
‘Nope, no room here.’ Barked another.
Then finally, after a full home relocation and an almost full bottle of gin I hit jackpot.
‘Yes, that’s’ me’ said a voice in my ear, ‘and yes of course you can.’
I almost dropped the phone; finishing the call quickly and writing down instructions for the next phrase I launched like a jet plane into the kids room and grabbed Twin Girl and flung her round my shoulders with excitement pouring from me.
‘I did it,’ I scream triumphant, ‘I did it.’
The kids looked at me with questions in their eyes. Then Twin Girl started to glow with pleasure as I shared my news, my achievement, and the first 50% success of my objective. On the sidelines my son glowered jealously but I was almost too overwhelmed to notice.
Last night – my daughter became a fully fledged Brownie!
Now I just have to get the boy into cubs.
Bring it on!