We have two new important colors around here now that Adam has turned eight: Blue and Gold.
The only problem is that I'm a girl who grew up with sisters, and I'm pretty sure I could scratch everything I know about the combination on the back side of a napkin.
I guess I could add that many of the awesome people I've known throughout my life have been Eagle Scouts, and that I wouldn't at all mind being the mother of one (or three).
But then I'd have to add that the whole "Eagle Scout" thing stresses me out a bit. Let's face it. Behind every just about every Eagle is a mother who helped said Eagle follow through on all the great things he meant to do. Am I ready to be that mom? Am I ready to try to find the balance between support, nagging, and pushing?
At the back of my mind, I've always had this great plan:
STEP 1: Sit down with the scout and whatever materials it is that goes along with scouting.
STEP 2: Allow the scout to set goals.
STEP 3: Ask the scout how much support he would like from mom.
- Do you want to sit down with me each Sunday and look over your scout stuff?
- Do you want to handle your own stuff, and you'll ask me when you need help?
- Do you want me to do everything I can to
forcehelp you achieve your goals?
STEP 4: Discuss special privileges that someone who has shown the responsibility of achieving a big goal might earn.
- Later curfews (bedtimes)
- Extra use of electronics (cell phone, etc when the scout is a teenager)
- Use of adult property (like a car, etc when the scout is 16)
STEP 5: Praise accomplishments like crazy.
STEP 6: Repeat steps 1-5 at each advancement.
STEP 7: Sit back and watch my scouts independently and happily earn their badges and advancements.
Okay, go ahead and roll your eyes / gag / call me crazy. I know it's wishful thinking.
And so here I sit, wondering exactly what scouts is going to actually look like in this family and still mostly just wondering about what on earth even happens at a Blue and Gold Banquet.
PART B (1:55 pm on February 28th, one day after the Blue and Gold Banquet)
Well, I definitely learned some stuff last night.
- If you think theater people are weird, you should attend Cub Scouts. I think I could have survived another 31 years without knowing how to do a watermelon clap.
- The Cub Scout flag ceremony was nearly enough to bring me to tears. Respectful young men in uniform honoring their country and their flag. Okay, I will endure strange clapping rituals for that.
- If you want tips on uniforms and badges, sit with the families that have multiple boys. I think I'll follow the advice of one mom who suggested a shirt that should fit for the next two years, which can then be passed down to Al when Adam needs a bigger one. What about the patches? It was suggested that little brother might enjoy having older brother's patches already sewn on because - let's face it - you're never going to get around to sewing them on the 2nd shirt. I was also informed that they sell plastic inserts for the pockets that you can put the patches/badges on, but since the other dads agreed that they "look dumb," I think I will avoid that option.
- Apparently it's not that hard to succeed in Cub Scouts. One dad assured me that most of the stuff if stuff people do anyway; it's just a matter of marking it in the book. And apparently after a few times of attending scouts, Adam had already earned a belt thingy. (I still have plenty of work to do on my scout lingo.)
- I'm pretty sure they call it a "pack" because the boys seem to clump together and move from place to place in a semi-solid blob. And since I think that is a pretty natural male mentality, I am grateful to have a blob with solid values to send my sons to hang out in.
- I'm still overwhelmed. And I'm still pretty clueless. But I can't wait to see what Adam - and six of his best buddies - are about to accomplish.
|Adam with his first "belt thingy"... many more to come!|