Infertility and Girl Scout Cookies
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Melissa F.
January 2010
Contributor
Written by
Melissa F.
January 2010
There will always be, I think, part of me that associates Girl Scout cookies with infertility. For many of the six years we broke down along the potholed, bumpy and unpaved road of the infertile, I saw the most amazing, wonderful psychologist who specialized in such matters. I remember thinking, when I first called her, how lucky I was that this woman whose quotes I'd read in articles and who is pretty well-known in the infertility world, was within a 40 minute drive of my house. (There wasn't much to feel lucky about, in those days, but finding her? That's pretty high on the list.) I owe much - oh, so very much - to this woman. It's fair to say that Betty and Boo might not be here, if it wasn't for her getting us through some of the darkest hours of my life. And yet, more than a decade later, the Girl Scout cookies still remind me of her. Her daughter sold them, and I guess she was the Cookie Mom for their troop or something. Our sessions were often held at her home, and on one Saturday morning as I passed through the foyer to her home office, I caught a glimpse of a living room filled with boxes of Thin Mints, Trefoils, and Tag-a-Longs. The cookies represented, to me, something connected with this journey we were on. Maybe it was remembering my own Brownie days, my own childhood. Maybe the boxes symbolized the hopes that were riding so high, that maybe someday - with a lot of hope and prayer, a lot of medical and divine intervention - that I too would have a living room full of Girl Scout cookies. And a daughter selling them. I have that now - in part because I had the hopes, the prayer, the medical and divine interventions, the incredible support of family and friends. And yes, there is much about selling Girl Scout cookies (just like this parenting gig itself) that's kind of a pain, a dose of aggravation that makes me question a lot of things, something I'd rather not do (standing out in the cold selling cookies, for one), packing on the pounds I don't need. Today's the first official day of Girl Scout cookie sales (email me at peanutboo2 AT gmail DOT com if you want a box or two; they're $3.50 each and Betty and I will ship anywhere within the continental United States). Soon, my dining room will be filled with boxes of cookies. Soon, I'll be standing outside Walmart or Walgreens in cold temperatures, warding off frostbite with a Cinnamon Dolce Latte and offering samples and recipes. (Yes, I'll post some recipes here.) I will always associate Girl Scout cookie season with those infertile days. Maybe I'm romanticizing this for the purposes of a blog post, but there is something about seeing Betty's excitement about this that makes me want to remember a time when I dreamed a dream, when I asked what if. When what is now almost wasn't, almost slipped away, and to remember what that was like. To savor each bite that this life offers, even from the less than favored flavors, and how truly lucky we are.

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