Change in seasons

Last night my Strong Man and I made our first decision about our teenager. Even though he’s still 18 months away from officially being one. There is a National Boy Scout event that only happens every four years. The next one is in 2021 and now is the time to apply. The commitment is big. He’ll have basically two troops his local one and then a troop that is formed just for this event. The scouts will have to raise approximately $2,000 each and will have to do some physical training in preparation. Just because he applies it doesn’t mean he’ll be accepted. It’ll happen in West Virginia and will be about two weeks time. Neither Strong Man or myself will be attending.

I would love to go as a staff member, but my babe will be four and will be getting ready to go to pre-K. He needs to be with people that have had specilized training to help him learn academically. While we feel strongly about homeschooling the big ones I feel strongly that he needs to be in a school system. The idea of being gone for a few weeks shortly before this major life change seems like a bad choice

As we have spent the past week in deep conversation about allowing our boy to be apart of this event it has made me realize again how quickly life changes. While the days feel long the months are short. I’m reminded again how quickly time passes and how important it is for me to slow and see, to be in the moment with my boys. In less then two years my baby will be going to school and my biggest will be in his last phase of childhood.