My son is going to his second Cub Scout Camp soon. Last year was a blast for him. It’s just a day thing and it requires parent volunteers for the week, which hopefully will work out with my husband’s new schedule because I’m not quite ready to leave our baby for that long.
Last year the kids made dream catchers, they panned for “gold”, made candle holders, little wicker baskets, wooden treasure boxes, and so many more things. I had no idea where to put everything and had to convince him to part with some of it because we just don’t have a place for every craft he makes.
I think the worst part was having to put sunscreen and bug repellant on him every day. He resists it every time, but I just told him he wouldn’t be going if he was going to be difficult about it. When we go swimming, we tend to go later in the day because that has involved three boys who hate sunscreen with a passion. Last year my youngest said, “I like sunburns!”
Last year my husband was a saint (in my eyes) and volunteered every day of the camp. He has always loved Scouting and figured it would help the kids who needed more consistency.
I remember going to a Campfire Girl camp when I was little and I guess it wasn’t all that different from this, except we learned how to make taffy, which we tried unsuccessfully at home, but it was still fun. Ours turned out rock hard. I also made a toolbox for my dad, which I was proud of for years. That was my first time using a hammer and nails that I remember. It’s not so much about what you make, but the skills you learn. I remember how it felt like an accomplishment to me that I was able to put something useful together by myself.
I think before this year’s Cub Camp starts, we’ll have to part with the old crafts and make way for the new. My son will be disappointed, but I’m sure he’ll get over it when he brings home his new creations.

