My 2023 Eagle Scout/ Graduate
May 30, 2023 9:43:15 GMT -5
Woody Williams, Ahawkeye, and 19 more like this
Post by Sasquatch on May 30, 2023 9:43:15 GMT -5
My oldest son John had a good week, making Eagle Scout* and Graduating.
I'm so proud of him, working most of the week in addition to school these last few years. One day I spotted his boss, the owner of the local IGA striding toward me at the gas pumps. (This was right after John began working ) "Oh no," I thought. To my relief, he went on about how good a worker John was, never late, never being lazy, polite, etc. It's hard to reconcile the serious, somewhat quiet adult with the loquacious, outgoing little sprite that used to go with me to the woods. It's hard to imagine they are the same person. In a way, they are not. That little boy went in his room one day and never came out.
Although you're never ready for that change, I'm glad at least that I was somewhat conscious of it's inevitability back then, and that I made the effort to take him to the woods, and take special trips to see his grandparents, and what have you. Still, there is always that thought about missed chances.
" Oh, stop, silly, " my logical mind says. "At least you still have him. Many aren't that lucky."
Which is of course true. Still, what if I could open that bedroom door and see "little John" one more time? I cannot think of it without crying.
So hug those little kids/grandkids/little ones tight... and take them to the park. Take them on an impromptu road trip. Play action figure battle with them. Sure, we all have work and obligations, but there are times the yard can wait, the project can wait, those tired old limbs can be forced into service for a lightsaber duel when we'd rather sit. Because one day that bedroom door will close on the little version.
So I give you John: Intelligent, hard working, Eagle Scout, Encyclopedia of everything automobile, builder of his own computers, buyer of his own car, and subject to being dragged along by his father somewhere on occasion even today.
** I would be remiss if I did not point out that his tireless mother should have made Eagle as well**
I'm so proud of him, working most of the week in addition to school these last few years. One day I spotted his boss, the owner of the local IGA striding toward me at the gas pumps. (This was right after John began working ) "Oh no," I thought. To my relief, he went on about how good a worker John was, never late, never being lazy, polite, etc. It's hard to reconcile the serious, somewhat quiet adult with the loquacious, outgoing little sprite that used to go with me to the woods. It's hard to imagine they are the same person. In a way, they are not. That little boy went in his room one day and never came out.
Although you're never ready for that change, I'm glad at least that I was somewhat conscious of it's inevitability back then, and that I made the effort to take him to the woods, and take special trips to see his grandparents, and what have you. Still, there is always that thought about missed chances.
" Oh, stop, silly, " my logical mind says. "At least you still have him. Many aren't that lucky."
Which is of course true. Still, what if I could open that bedroom door and see "little John" one more time? I cannot think of it without crying.
So hug those little kids/grandkids/little ones tight... and take them to the park. Take them on an impromptu road trip. Play action figure battle with them. Sure, we all have work and obligations, but there are times the yard can wait, the project can wait, those tired old limbs can be forced into service for a lightsaber duel when we'd rather sit. Because one day that bedroom door will close on the little version.
So I give you John: Intelligent, hard working, Eagle Scout, Encyclopedia of everything automobile, builder of his own computers, buyer of his own car, and subject to being dragged along by his father somewhere on occasion even today.
** I would be remiss if I did not point out that his tireless mother should have made Eagle as well**
I think he's looking at trucking or something in the delivery end of things, which of course can be lucrative. At least until they have terminators driving all the trucks.
