It was my first Pack meeting, and it was Tornado S’s last.
I was volunteered/conned into the leadership position of Cubmaster/Chairman. I prefer Cubmaster to Chairman and Den Leader to Cubmaster. But someone has to lead, and I have the most leadership. I will be damned if I let this Pack go down. Besides what else do I have to do when I’m not mothering, teaching, den leading, or writing? Nothing.
So it was my first Pack meeting as Leadership.
I called the boys in, so we could start promptly. (My first order of business. Start all meetings and events on time. Damnit.) Then I realized that no one had been assigned to the flag ceremony. Ah-
I turned to the Webelos 2 leader and asked if his den would like to run it as it was their last pack meeting. Two boys instantly volunteered for flags. Tornado S volunteered to lead.
Heaven, help me.
If I had none, we would’ve practiced. Tornado S is not a fluent reader with his stops and breaks and stutters. I had no paper, just my phone. He was my introvert. And he’s, well, he’s my Tornado S.
The leader: I have no problem with that.
I pulled out my phone, found a ceremony online, and handed the phone to Tornado S.
He bounded up the stairs to the middle of the stage.
I blessed myself.
Tornado S took center stage. He help up The Ears and waited, a peace sign stuck up as far as he could reach. I mirrored it with a finger to my lips. The boys, in drips and drabs, mirrored it. Some of the seasoned adults mirrored it.
He waited for the rustling to die down.
The leader: Tornado S, I think we’re good.
Then Tornado S started to read.
Two sentences in, I realized he was reading the positions that everyone should be. I stared at him for another sentence, wondering if I should shout at him. When he started the next sentence, I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Me: (putting my hand on the phone) Just read the leader parts.
Tornado S: (smiled and kept reading.)
Me: (Through a forced smile) Tornado S.
Tornado S: Color guard, attention.
Me: (Through my forced smile) Louder.
Tornado S: Color guard, march!
And it went well until we got to the pledge. Where Tornado S decided to say the whole thing in one breathe. The Scout Oath wasn’t any better as he ended the speed recite in a mutter, and I was grateful for the Boy Scouts in attendance to loudly recite the Oath. I stopped Tornado S before he could mangle the Law.
Me: Thank you, Tornado S. My son, everyone.
With that, he gave a huge smile and magnanimous wave.
My DNA runs strong in that kid, especially when the rest of the night he took every opportunity to steal the show.