The hate crime thing I am still bitter about, and is a long story but the short story is he was playing air soft wars with his friends and their air soft guns, a stray bullet hit a girl in the cheek. The details I may write out later because it was so miraculous and so obviously a fluke that a sharp shooter couldn't do it if they tried (there were two ricochets involved, yeah, like THAT was planned to hit someone). Well the girl is part black, and Nick is not, hence the hate crime aspect. Anyway, our lawyer was amazing and of course Nick was not guilty of deliberately trying to hurt her but man that was stressful.
The scouting issue was the scoutmasters son being a dick, and not happy with Nick (Nick is a very well liked young man). The son was a introvert (homeschooled and sheltered) and Nick an extrovert, and immediately popular when he joined the troop. Parents and scouters alike all said the same thing, the issue was NOT with my son, but rather the scoutmasters son. That being said, we moved to the country and there is only one troop, one scoutmaster, and a slew of lazy ass parents who didn't want to step up and take his role, so we lost because the pussy said either Nick goes, or I go. THANK GOD! We changed troops and the new one was more than amazing, Nick excelled there and decided he did want his eagle, all because of the attitude of the new scoutmaster (who treated the older boys with respect, humor, and like young adults) and it was his leadership that helped Nick make his decision to finish (he started as a cub scout at 4 - why I quit college after 2 years, when he was 7...scouting and sports were more important, in my book, and his dad would have let him quit because that would mean his dad had to do LESS parenting) but it was great because Nick truly did his eagle project on his own, in fact he had to get city approval and some engineers to sign off on his project, and I didn't even know about it! By this time he was in IVLA part time, a senior with a part time schedule at his actual physical school, and we lived in the country so he had his own car and would handle stuff on his own. Now, I'm not saying the kid wasn't lazy, but when he needed to, he took care of his stuff. And actually, his dad and I used to marvel at Nick's leadership skills...he would invite his friends over, and then say "I have to do XYZ before we can go play" and he would organize the chores and work that needed to be done, and basically oversee his friends! It was a crack up! We'd watch and then I'd catch Nick's eye (Nick and I have a connection that is pretty special so if I hold his gaze long enough, his expression says a thousand words!!) and he'd give me this biiiiiiiiig grin and I'd raise my eyebrows and then we'd just laugh. He would then say, hey, they're not complaining! LOL!
I will never forgot a comment from one of the other parents at a troop meeting, about 4 weeks after Nick became the senior patrol leader. This guy is a farmer, very gruff, and I always thought he hated me for being involved (not with Nick's work, but I was on the committee, went to the committee meetings, was active, and in charge of fundraising) and I didn't think he liked me for the simple fact that I am female. Let's just say everyone met Nick's dad at Nick's Eagle Scout Court of Honor. Anyway, he came up to me and said "so, that's your son, Nick, right?" I said yes. He said 'I've been watching him. I've seen the way he is with the youngsters. He has a gift. He is a natural leader, and I am very impressed with him." And he walked away. We never spoke again (because as a rule, he didn't speak with me). I cried. It was awesome and I just felt so proud but also touched that he would approach me and tell me that.
OMWORD now that I am telling stories a ton of memories are flooding my head and I wish I could write them all out - parenting has challenges, but it is sooooooo easy to laugh about things later and relish the times, both good and bad. The fact there are stories to tell and memories to share make life worthwhile. And it's the same for my dogs and my cat. We had our cat Comet for 15 years, and our first dog Titan for 20 months, our second dog for 8 years, and our 3rd dog is still with us, though I can't see her because she didn't handle the divorce well, and my ex is remarried to a lady with kids at home - and I'm not home as much, so in the interest of her well being, I agreed to only be their sitter when they are all on vacation, which hasn't happened yet or they are not honoring our agreement, but Nick says she's doing great, and that is what matters. we've had her for 8 years now too. Comet, a Manx, was Nick's, and was hit by a car and died at the vet. Titan was mine, and a pure bred German Shephard Dog and died of Aspergillis (common illness but only fatal to German Shephard Dogs), Kosar was mine, and he was a German Shephard Dog / Keeshond mix we rescued; he died of complications with diabetes, and Duchess, our only girl of the bunch, is a Corgi/Pom mix we rescued, is with my ex. Duchess is anyone's who will pet her, preferably non-stop and all over esp on her belly. I don't have pics of Comet or Titan on my current computer, but Kosar and Duchess are in the spoiler.
Nothing says happy pups like a CAR RIDE!!! YEAH!!! So...I didn't attach the car ride pics HAHAHAHA!!! Oops! I have some but chose these instead - BOING!!