At my very first Cub Scout day camp, all of the volunteers were given little gifts every day. One day, we received a card the size of a business card. On it was printed this:
A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove. But the world may be different, because I was important in the life of a boy.
That card is still taped to my desk. When I get frustrated with the lack of volunteers or I’m overwhelmed with my to-do list for our pack, I stop and read it again to remind myself of why I do the things I do for my boys. Continue reading
A mom from our pack shared this story with me. She was watching the 80s TV show “Fame”. During a talent show, one of the contestants was a baton twirler. One of the judges leaned over to another and said, “Why didn’t her parents invest in something that would benefit her in the future?” Continue reading
Matthew & I are on the left, and Jessica & Grant are on the right. They were both less than a year old!
We have some family friends that we’ve known for generations. Literally. My grandmother and my friend, Jessica’s, grandfather went to school together in the 1930s.
Our families have been woven together so long, we sometimes we forget that we aren’t related! 🙂
I want to share a Cub Scout story that comes from our dear friends.
Jessica has a son named Matthew who is the same age as my son, Grant. Matthew is a Cub Scout too. Check out their then and now pictures! What cuties! Continue reading