Me: "Who has the best seat in the house, me or daddy?"

Adam: "Well, Daddy's is nice, but yours is best. Your's is squishier."

Friday, March 12, 2010

Someone to watch over him


He's a big guy now.
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He left this afternoon for another camp out, and I don't really know if he's safe. It's been pouring rain tonight, but I don't know if he is warm. I can't make him wear his jacket, or be sure that he's eaten. I don't know if the older guys are treating him mean, or if he's lonely...
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(or maybe just wiped out after a hike).
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I can't keep him clean...
(or keep him from playing with fire, or even sitting in the actual fire pit for that matter!)
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But thankfully there are a slew of good men up there watching over him. I have to trust they are taking care of him, or at least keeping him from catching himself on fire. It is a rite of passage, I guess, sleeping on rocks, eating charred hobo dinners and peeing in the embers.
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I know for sure he doesn't tell me all that goes on. I know this, not because my husband was in scouts (he hated camp outs for all the above mentioned miser-abilities). I know this because I have brothers who told me all the mayhem and horrors they committed whilst scouting that my mother never knew about.
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I think I don't want to know.
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But right now, I kinda wish he was here in his bed, safe and sound. It makes me project into the not-so-far-off future to a time when he won't be here every night. He might be tromping around in a foreign country as a missionary, or on a college campus, or, as he tells me often, in the service.
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Am I fast forwarding a little too fast?
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No.
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He is.


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Thanks to scout leader Eric for the pix, and for watching over my boy.

2 comments:

Freely Living Life said...

Hi there!

Found you through the FF and we are now following your blog! Come on over and visit the Freely Living Life Family when you get a free moment. Have a fantastic weekend! <3

Rebekah said...

this was a fun read and so true. I hear of the stories from Eric, but like you said it is a right of passage. Boys will be boys