...that is NEVER the question.
Today the children and their daddy hefted the large orange orbs out of the garden patch and onto the front lawn. It was time for their 4th annual Pumpkin Sale. Uncle Jed came and faithfully supported them --once again.
Supposedly this drive to be entrepreneurial, to sell, is part of the grit that makes us truly human. Should I be concerned then, that I balk when asked to simply offer free samples? I have been known to hit the floor and crawl beneath the large front room window when noticing that a solicitor is approaching my house. "Shhh, no noises," I have told my small children. And thank goodness for caller ID -- that has made my job much easier.
Knowing that this almost phobic response is rooted deeply in my soul, Heavenly Father (with His keen sense of humor) has blessed me with children who would like to sell something whenever possible. Abbie wanted to hold garage sales every weekend one summer. I remember the first time Zach was determined to sell cookies. I had some sitting on the counter, and he was ready to charge $5 for each. I tried to reason with him without projecting my own insecurities. I was unsuccessful. I phoned Mom as I posted myself at the window --bracing against the rejection he was sure to face as his little body sat out on the curb with his rickety art table. Luckily Jed happened to be visiting Mom at the time and overheard my worries. He reassured me that every child goes through this sales desire; he recounted the time he'd attempted graham cracker sales. "Were there people who didn't stop--didn't buy what you were selling?" I asked. "Oh yeah -- so I just sat outside with a purpose, watched the cars drive by, and ate graham crackers." It had been was a wonderful day.
And so...every October, I post myself at the window -- take a few photos, and make hot chocolate and cookies for my little driven sales people.