Friday, August 12, 2016

Nearly Three Years . . .

Later this fall, I’ll reach the three-year mark as scoutmaster in the Ammon 11th Ward.

A few thoughts on this:

Thought 1: It’s hard to believe it’s been nearly three years. That’s three scout camps. Untold numbers of meetings, probably close to a dozen courts of honor and a lot of campouts.

Thought 2: I kinda want my Tuesday evenings back.

But . . .

Thought 3: Our youngest son will join the troop in just a few days, and will be in the troop for two years. So that means Thought 2 is going to be legitimately tamped down as our son says I have to be scoutmaster as long as he’s a member of the troop.

So . . . 

That means at least two more years at scout camp. Lots more meetings and campouts. And I’m okay with that. I need to remember that though I might get tired of Tuesday nights, I can’t show it, or the boys will get tired of Tuesday nights and then we won’t have a scouting program to speak of. And that would be a shame.

I can’t be the best scoutmaster in the world, but I can be the best one these local boys have. And given one of those local boys is my son, I’m going to have to try harder. He’s not easily impressed.

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