In my twenties, I feared having children. I never had that strong maternal instinct to be “motherly.” Babies cried in my presence and small children ran away. I couldn’t fathom being a mom. Amazing how three kids in eight years can change a person.
Tonight, I attended a Boy Scouts of America Cub Scout meeting at the kids’ school for new Cub Scouts. Despite notices and phone calls, none of the four hundred parents wanted to be Den Leader for the Bears. The Cub Scout Master mentioned the unfortunate possibility of disbanding the new den and redistributing 28 eight-year-old boys into two dens. As they pleaded for volunteers, I looked around the room and most of the Chinese parents looked like deer in headlights.
Thankfully, I’ve been a Mormon mom for the last eight years, which meant some occasional exposure to Scouts, vicariously through friends or The Hubs’ church calling. Well, guess what. Say hello to the newest Bears Den Leader for BSA Shanghai Cub Scouts Pack 88.
Mama Bear would do anything for this boy. Even wear an ugly khaki shirt.