Three Boy Scouts

So this post may diminish the respect you have for me. But it's a great story and I've got to tell it.

We attended our last Blue and Gold Banquet for Cub Scouts last night, can a get an amen!? No no, we love our Pack, we have made some great friends and learned some wonderful things. We also did our second and last cross-over ceremony as we moved M from Webelos into Boy Scouts. Can I get another witness?!

Yesterday was a gorgeous day. I really think God sent it, because it has been cold and wet, because it's winter, ya know. But it was like a perfect spring day yesterday. And a good thing, because we have our ceremony outside. The Scout Master dresses as Sitting Bull and the boys walk down this hike and bike trail through the woods where they have Native American music playing along the way. It sounds like that sample cd machine they have at Wal-Mart by the candles. Then, they get to this bridge over a dry creek where the Troop has a tee pee set up and each patrol is lined up to receive their new member. It's a pretty neat.

All the parents and the rest of the pack line up at the end of the trail, cameras waiting.

The boys get there and Sitting Bull starts talking, using indian signs. Our SM was an anthropologist and that was his specialty. He really gets into it. But it's a little long. So, I'm standing there taking pictures, trying not to get the backs of people's heads and I see dh move quickly to his left out of the corner of my eye. I lowered the camera to see where he went, I looked down and saw the bottom's of M's shoes pointing to the sky.

They did not need me. There were about 20 people around him. The man behind him is a commander with Austin - Travis County EMS, plus they're all Scouts. They should know what to do when a person falls out.

Plus, I have this internal switch that switches me over into super control mode in situations like this. When all the moms around me realized it was M, they start saying, "It's M! are you going over there? Oh no! aren't you worried? Aren't you going over there?" One mom got kinda irritated with me and said, "You are too calm!" Then, I said -and here's where you may lose respect for me- "Oh! I should be taking pictures, huh?" Yes, I did.

He came to immediately, and our wonderful EMS pal was looking at his eyes and dabbing his lips with ice and askiing him if he knoew who the indian was. LOL! Yes,  he did! He figured if M knew that, he was good to go.

He got up and they went ahead and crossed him over. Bless his heart, look at him, he still looks wobbly.

For the rest of the banquet, M acted silly to prove he was okay. Poor kid, everyone was worried about him and kept asking him if he was okay.

But it's all over and he'll be able to tell his kids when they cross over how not to lock their knees while Scout Master T does the long ceremony. (I do believe he will still be around.)