Regular readers will know I tend to write more about my younger children’s talents and achievements. My eldest generally makes an appearance when I’m feel exasperated about something. But that’s not entirely fair. My eldest does have an area where he excels and shines, something he enjoys and believes in.
I wrote earlier this year about how he made us all so proud when he caught the biggest fish on camp
This week was the Beavers, Cubs and Scouts AGM, which is mainly an evening for families to share in the success and experiences of the group for the year. (I can’t believe it only comes round once a year, but that’s another story, that’s just called growing old.)
During the evening the kids talk about some of the things they’ve done over the year. My younger son talked about the camp he went on, the activities he did and how cold and wet it was. Nearly all of the kids seemed to talk about the food they’d eaten on the camps and hikes.
My eldest was talking about the camp where he caught the fish. He’d actually got himself prepared in advance and WRITTEN SOME WORDS ON PAPER. This is most unlike my son, who doesn’t like writing. Although, in the end, he couldn’t actually find the paper to take with him. He’s still my son after all. He busked his talk pretty well – talking about how good the camp was and, of course, mentioning his big fish.
They have a trophy for the best Beaver, Cub and Scout of the year, plus one for the Cub camper of the year. I really hoped one (or both) of my boys might win a trophy this year. They’re both pretty dedicated, as well as being hard-working, well behaved and enthusiastic.
I wasn’t sure if it was their time just yet. Often the trophies go to the kids coming to the end of their time in Cubs just before they move to Scouts or in Scouts just before they move to Explorers. My younger son has another year left at Cubs and my eldest has nearly two years left at Scouts. Maybe their time would be next year?
My younger son was neither Cub of the year nor Cub camper. I don’t think he was disappointed.
The Scout leader started to describe the winner of the Scout trophy. My fingers were actually crossed. My daughter, who of course can’t stand her biggest brother, was whispering his name over and over, willing him to win.
The winner was a confident boy, but also happy in his own company,
That sums my boy up pretty well. He’s quiet (well, grumpy) at home, but he’s confident when out and about. He enjoys chatting to adults and people find him polite and likeable.
The more the leader said, the more I was convinced it was my boy.
My fingers were crossed a bit tighter, I was starting to get tears in my eyes.
The winner had been on the big camp (aka the ‘fish camp’) over the summer. They’d made friends with lots of other Scouts and invited them over to the camp and made them cups of tea. I hadn’t heard my son mention this, but he doesn’t talk a lot at home.
‘And he’s already stood up here and told you how he caught the biggest fish… ‘
It was my son! Of course it was. I was so proud of him.
My daughter, who doesn’t like him of course, rushed over to pat him on the shoulder and look at the trophy.
It’s a big shield with names of Scouts going back to the mid-90s. It dwarfs all the kids’ other trophies.
I’m a very proud mummy, and it’s much deserved.
He sent his fish picture into a fishing magazine and it was used! It was described as ‘near record-breaking’. How awesome is that?!