Last month, we started Boy Scouts. Originally, the plan was for Hubby to really head up this mission, but his second job has completely taken over his free time, so it has all fallen to me. I even signed up as a den leader! Trust me it’s great, but I really wasn’t looking forward to this. I was looking forward to Monday nights at home alone (with the Cub sleeping in the next room) and a good book. Oh well, we adjust, right?
Come to find out, that is something I struggle with for me!
Anyone who knows my dad knows that there might be a genetic component to my occasional anti-social nature. I like being in my home. I like being in an environment where I have some semblance of control or at least access to the creature comforts my family likes to employ in a crisis. It’s one of the things that makes me so well-suited to the housewife, one-car family role. I rarely get stir crazy. Even rarer are the times when I want to do something that could be considered socializing.
So, Boy Scouts has been an interesting turn.
J does great with the socialization. He loves being around a bunch of boys, especially since my youngest brother is in the same pack (he’s one year ahead). He jumps right in to games, plays easily and makes new friends every week.
I usually have to force myself to get up the gumption to go, but then something beautiful happens. I actually enjoy myself. I have fun. The men and women of the pack not only treat me as an equal (something new to a former single, teen mom) but also give me the reign as a den leader without question. I would dare say they are even a little excited that someone stepped up.
So despite my reticence to go and the demands on my time and energy, I am really enjoying myself. Plus, I get to see my Dad, Stepmom and young siblings more frequently than I have in years. And I really like them, so that’s great! It has been a really rewarding time…and I still catch myself groaning when I face Monday evenings. Curse this homebody personality.