Cub Scouts...It Begins Again.

You know the old saying that parents take a ton of pictures of their first child and exponentially fewer as each child comes along? I know that's true. I thought about this as my youngest son and I attended his first Pack Meeting. I thought about this because my youngest will be the last scout in the family, the last one to wear the same shirt his older brother wore a few years ago.

Of course, it's not just scouting. Our youngest will be the last one to do everything. He was the last one to learn how to talk and walk, the last one to learn how to read and ride a bike. The last one to be the baby of the family.

My son has seen his older brothers go to scouts and return with stories of having fun and making cool things. Tonight was a Pack Meeting so there were no activities. He turned to me and asked when we were going to do the activities. I told him we do that at the other meetings. I saw he was dejected that we weren't going to go on hikes or shoot arrows or learn how to build fires. He'd have to wait just a little bit longer.

My little cub scout...our last one.