The Boy Scouts of America organization in one form or another has been a part of my family for the past 27 years. I found more value than deficiency in it. Over the years volunteering with the local groups has brought a smile to my face.

The boys went to summer camp not far from our home. The camp signs welcomed you, told you the speed limit, but the sign that resonated with me is the one that said “Watch for boys.” That sign always made me smile. I smiled because it let you know who the priority was – the boys. If you really did watch for boys, you’d see such potential and future leaders.

One year, our young Webelos spent 2 nights and 3 days at this camp. The first night, as Kansas weather would have it, storms went over the camp. There was a tornado warning and the boys and leaders had to take shelter. That night was supposed to be s’mores night and the boys were upset to miss it.

The next night, we made a production of having s’mores for everyone who survived the tornado. I don’t remember which boy asked me, but I do remember his voice and innocent question, “Did I survive the tornado, Mrs. Tuttle?” I smiled and told him yes he did. He was so proud to know he had survived a tornado. He told another adult leader with pride and couldn’t wait to tell his mom.

Some of my favorite experiences with our sons revolved around Boy Scouts. My husband and I spent our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary in the Florida Keys, which sounds romantic until you know we were joined by 13 teenaged boys and 2 other adult leaders. We went to Sea Base. I’ve sold popcorn, flipped pancakes, sewed on merit badges plus more. But what I always come back to is “Watch for boys.” You might try it, too.