It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again
How many nights did my dad wait in the dance studio parking lot, past 10:00 p.m., because Carol (my dance teacher) had a choreography explosion? How many times did my mom run all over the metro-plex, because we needed a certain something that was perfect for our costume? My parents ventured to Lubbock for a good number of Tech games, too. That my friends, is a LOT of dance performances! A lot of boring, waiting around un-Godly hours, in stinky old gyms, with crappy sound systems, and crappier seats: ALL for a measly 2-3 minute performance. Even then, the self absorbed, Jenn was probably bitchy because of a narcissistic, perfectionistic mistake that nobody noticed, anyhow. God Bless my parents!
Like most moms, I vowed to be active in my boys lives. I would be ever present, cheering them on: whatever their activity. If they wanted to be professional cup stackers - I would be so into cup stacking. I'd have a bookmarked folder on my computer of youTube cupstacking videos. We would own a nice set of stacking cups, maybe even have a specified table. It just so happens, they enjoy scouting. So, guess what? I'm a scout mom. Yep, I donne the stylish moisture wicking, SPF shirt WITH the patches. Sure do. No shame. I help plan meetings, wrangle cats boys, attend trainings, and volunteer at camps. (I remember being jealous of all the adventurous activities the boy scouts experienced. I already was a girl scout, but lost interest & free time after elementary school.
Enjoy our camp pictures, please ignore my natural face.
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| It was so dang MUGGY. |
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| leather working a marble bag |
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| leather working his marble bag |
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| who knew? |
Earlier in June, a local Boy Scout troop offered a rock climbing event. It was HOT and MUGGY, but we put on our shirts AND good attitudes, and headed out. Liam took one look at the wall, and decided his place would be under the shade assisting in dutch oven cherry cobbler. The scouts spent quite a while adjusting his harness (seems they weren't used to trying to fit an itty-bitty 17" waist).
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| patiently waiting for a snug fitting harness |
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| amazing those skinny legs can push him up. |
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| He's a slave to dessert. |
In March, we attended Scout day at Heritage Farmstead Museum. It depicts life in the late 19th century. They carded wool, sat in a one room school house, 'milked' Buttermilk (a mechanical milking cow), hoed a garden, and washed some clothes on a wash board. The boys had a blast (as usual), but concluded, we're happy and content right here in 2012, [especially after I explained all the chores they would do before AND after school].
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| 'Buttermilk' the mechanical milking cow, go ahead, milk her. |
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| Hand washing with a wash board. |
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| I actually had to tell them, it was time to let the other kids have a turn. Who knew? |
I own & acknowledge - it's totally MY dream for them to go all the way in scouts. There are few awards you can earn as a kid, that still hold merit and respect as an adult. Somehow, Eagle scout seems much cooler than: former drill team captain. I hope I don't become one of those parents that forces their kids to the activities the PARENTS want them to do, rather than the kids. As long as scouting remains fun and rewarding for them, they'll continue; I will be right behind them cheering them on. When I see their joy, excitement, and PRIDE, I realize, hours spent at trainings/meetings is worth it. It's times like these...
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