Self Disclosure

I've learned something about myself. Something I don't want to be true. But it is. And since the first step in healing is admitting the problem, I think I'll spill my guts here. I'm a lousy Boy Scout.

This past Saturday, I took my son to an Scouting event called The Great Wizard Safari. It's a 3-day campout packed full of everything cool about scouting. So the first clue to why I'm a lousy Boy Scout is that I turned a 3-day campout into an afternoon outing.

One of the highlights of the event was a Pow Wow complete with Native American dancers. Thousands of people covered the hillside to enjoy the show. It brought flashbacks to my dad taking me to a scouting event as a child. I didn't really like it either time.

After the Pow Wow, we were invited to hike to our Pack's campsite. I declined. After all, it was the opposite direction from the car. The list could go on and on. But I think I've bared my soul enough.

On the drive home, I asked my son what he enjoyed most. He couldn't decide. He loved it all. That baffled me. Then he asked me the same question. My immediate reply was, "Spending time with you."

That's why I'm a Scout. It's for him. So I'm thankful for Scouting and the opportunities it has given me to journey with my son from childhood to manhood.