Last night was our Pack’s Blue and Gold. It’s the culmination of a lot of hard work by a lot of people, not only for the event, but for the whole Scouting year. We all work our tails off to make the event a success, and I will say, other than a couple of awards getting missed, overall, it was a great night.
10 out of 10 Scouts crossed over…that puts us at 100% crossover for the last 4 years. Now, all of those Scouts have not stayed with the Boy Scout program, and I am truly sorry for that, but not to sound pretentious, none of the dropped Scouts are from my troop.
Anyways…back to my post. As I was saying, it was a great B&G dinner, with a lot of awards, a lot of good-byes and a lot of thanks. As the night went on, I worked the room. I have a large personality, and I am not really uncomfortable in front of a crowd. But last night was a bit different.
Chalk it up to not knowing my crowd, or worrying about the other shoe to drop in regards to how the event was going or just overall jitters. But like I said, I am pretty good in a crowd.
I walked around the room, looking at the faces in the crowd. I took some pictures, said a couple things to a couple people, patted a few on the shoulder and went back to my table. I sat across from the CR and his wife, next to my ASM and his family (they were an ‘outgoing’ family who crossed late last year), another one of my Scout’s and his family, and then 2 of my 3 boys…one Tiger, the other the Troop Guide. (My third son went to his troop meeting).
I looked at George, the CR, and said, “I think that it’s time for me to move on from the pack. My time here, is done. I don’t know 2/3rds of the people here, and to be honest, I want them to enjoy their Scouting experience…without me. I have been here for 10 years, and I think that it’s time for a new generation to pick up the torch and lead this pack.”
“Nah…you will stay around for awhile…heck, you have a Tiger, so you have 4 more years.” was his reply.
I looked at him and said that I didn’t think so anymore. I went on to tell him that I don’t have the desire to continue on as a Cub Leader, nor the ambition to want to figure it out. I had been saying for years that it’s time for me to let the pack sink or swim. I have been seeing them sinking, but they are still trying to swim, too. I have to have faith that they will do fine without me. It’s hard, but I think that last night was my exclamation point on my time as a leader with Pack 4363. I made the commitment to stay with them until May 31st, and will keep that promise. But come June 1st, I just can’t see me ever donning the blue shoulder loops anymore.
I could be wrong, but as far as I can see, this may be the end of my era in Cub Scouting.