My Journey as a Potential Big Sister with Big Brothers and Big Sisters of Atlanta
My journey started in May 2017. A good friend of 20 plus years suggested it to me after a conversation about the state of young children. We both shared stories about a person from our childhood that made a small or large impact on our lives. For me, his name was Skip...never knew his last name.
Funny how things were back then, Skip would drive up and down the street looking for children that wanted to go to the rec center. The rec center was a great way to spend a summer day. We would play softball, basketball, kickball, or tabletop games. Not to brag, but I was the table tennis champ one year. No one could beat me. LOL!
They provided a nice lunch and a ride home at the end of the day. He would ask, "who wanted a ride back tomorrow" and of course we all did. Remember, this was a time when parents would have you clean the house in the morning, give you a good lunch and say, make sure you are home before the streetlights come on.
No cell phones, no watches, not one single word from us or them for hours. We would all materialize on the front porch just as the streetlights started to flicker. Awww, the good ole days!
Other than my mother and my godmother, no females really talked or shared any of their wisdom with me. It has always been men. Maybe because I was a tomboy? I am not sure. I do know that I have always been partial to boys.
Upon contacting the bbbs organization here in Atlanta, I had many questions, one was could I mentor a boy along with my husband. That was a big fat no. They do not connect the mentors as a family unit, only on an individual basis. As a matter of fact, my potential little sister will never spend time with my husband or my children. They explained all of the ins and outs of how the program works.
I am a huge fan of their system...now that I understand.
I am looking forward to the next steps...
A couple of days later I rec'd an email with instructions for an interview with BBBS of Atlanta.
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