The Places He'll Go
Sunday evening my son crossed over from Cubs to Boy Scouts. I wrote this just before leaving for the Blue and Gold banquet....
|Look at that little face!|
I feel like our world has only a few remnants of the many traditions that helped a boy know where he was on the path to manhood. There are no spirit walks. There are no rites of passage. Yes, we have ages when they can begin to drive, or vote, or drink. But it's like we take a child and suddenly thrust them into adult roles. We protect and nurture and prevent a child from taking any risks.... until we make them take them all.
|Working on his pinewood|
derby car each year with his
dad is one of his favorite
I'm a worrier... I had little panic attacks every step of the way. I'm sure that will continue as I watch him pack up to head off to Boy Scout events beyond my watchful gaze. Yet I know that the challenges he faces, and the skills he learns, will help him become an independent and confident young man.
|This year's pinewood derby|
event was a success!
(Update: You may be forced to hear about the ceremony another day...)
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