Last night was my final Cub Scout pack meeting. We have this final meeting a bit earlier than most scouting groups so we will have good attendance. This is a baseball community. Anyway, we have this wonderful bridge ceremony, complete with two fire circles and a hand lashed bridge, in which the second year Webelos cross over to join the council circle of their chosen troop. We also let the younger ones cross the bridge to the next level.
When my son crossed the bridge to join the Boy Scout Troop, I was amazed how grown up he looked. He looked small standing next to the older Boy Scouts, but he stood there with poise. I could really see the passage of time, because examples of the process of development were standing all around. Tiny little Tiger Cubs (where my son started in this journey), Wolves, Bears, Webelos, and finally Boy Scouts of all levels (where he is heading). What is so scary is that days seemed to have passed in this journey, rather than years.
I have been a Den Leader for six years. My son has been a scout for five years. But, it doesn't seem possible that so much time has elapsed. Last night was my final Cub Scout meeting. I retired. Everyone was so sweet and I even got gifts!! The pack gave me a gift certificate for fruit trees and many of the individual boys brought gifts and cards. I realized just how many boys I had led, even though my intention was to make sure my son had the opportunity to be a Cub Scout. I didn't lead because of altruistic reasons, but apparently much good came from the years I dedicated to making Cub Scouting fun.
My Monday night calendar was clear for about five minutes. The Scout Master asked me to be on a Boy Scout committee. He said it would be only once a month. I have a problem saying no. Not so much because of my inability to say no, but because I have wanted to be a Boy Scout since I was eight or nine, when I would sneak through the woods to spy on this same troop. They always did much more interesting things than the Girl Scout Troop. What a funny turn of events.