When I was a kid, the only thing that you tried to sell door to door was Girl Scout cookies, but nowadays it seems that kids are pushing everything from candles to cookie dough. To tell you the truth, I donâ€™t think I like it.
My youngest four have now transitioned from homeschool to charter school, but we havenâ€™t been handed anything to sell. My granddaughter, on the other hand, came over the other day with a list and a pen.
â€œMemere! If you buy a bunch of this stuff I will get all kinds of cool prizes â€“ like a DS!â€
I dutifully glanced over the thirty-seven and a half pages of the order book (exaggeration, but only slight). There was so much on it that I honestly canâ€™t tell you any specific thing, only that I told her I would look it over and then put the order book on the counter of no return. You know the one â€“ that place in your house where you put things only to realize later that they have been sucked through a hole in the space-time continuum and are possibly floating around in the 16th century somewhere. In any case, the order book has disappeared.
I think I would rather just buy the kid a DS, you know?
Certain times of the year, it is just hard to go out in public. You canâ€™t walk into the grocery store without feeling guilty for not buying raffle tickets, cookies, or floral arrangements. You donâ€™t want to answer the door for fear that a hopeful little face will be there looking up at you, one pudgy hand holding a clipboard and the other nudging a pen into your hand. Trust me, you wonâ€™t be safe at church, either.
More and more parents seem to be pushing products for their kids at work, at the gym, and everywhere else. You canâ€™t miss them â€“ they are the adults toting big cardboard boxes of product and not looking you in the eye. Meanwhile you are trying not to look them in the eye so as not to make yourself a target.
It wonâ€™t matter though; at some point the universe will bring you face to face and they will ask the inevitable.
â€œHey man, you want to buy some chocolate? I got some good stuff here. Just a dollar. â€œ
If, like me, you were a teenager in the 1970s, then you may find yourself pumping adrenalin and looking over your shoulder for policemen. Even if you donâ€™t make that connection, it is uncomfortable. What do you do?
After all, if you donâ€™t buy something, you run the risk of offending a co-worker. Worse, if you donâ€™t buy something, then when you are peddling stuff from your kidâ€™s school, they wonâ€™t feel obligated to buy from you. It can set up a pattern at the office that is nearly impossible to break free from.
I realize schools have far less funding than they used to. The nearly $500.00 I had to drop on school supplies for four kids to get them in school let me know that right away.
I realize that schools need money and supplies to function, but I am not sure that sending kids (and their parents) door to door is such a great idea. I donâ€™t think I would sell stuff for my kids â€“ Iâ€™d be far more likely to hand them a twenty and go buy them whatever the prize was. It saves time and money in the long run.
How about you? Do you do school fundraisers for your kids?