My partner in crime was, Jenn, who is one of the scout leaders in our ward. (Also mother to one of the boys.) We chatted as we drove up the canyon. (I swear, my van knows the way and could drive there on its own- which would be really cool.) We also laughed as we eavesdropped on the boys as they discussed various topics- swimming, summer, and minecraft. (No talk about girls, they're only 10.)
Once at camp we joined the hundred or so other boys and their leaders. I looked around and sighed. Here, I am in my element. I'm not currently a scout leader, but have been. Dirt and I are on a first name basis. I'm used to boys and the noise level they produce.
And, the women? Well, these are 'my people'. They make me feel comfortable. Mostly older, their scout shirts un-tucked to cover a bulge or two. Hair pulled back, maybe a hat to cover it after the required early-rise. Capri jeans and tennis shoes that are worn and comfy. They smile at me and I smile back. We'll follow our boys around, grateful for the teenage staffers who are doing all the work.
Then, I saw them. Two leaders standing by a group of boys. They were young. Their hair was coiffed. They wore skinny jeans. And, is that lipstick? Did they not get the memo? OK, there is no memo. There are no rules about scout camp. But, really? I'm surprised they didn't have on heels.
Lucky for me, we were in different groups and I didn't have to traipse around all day, wondering if they would notice my unshaved legs. Good thing I didn't have to worry about sucking in my stomach at each station. Lucky, I had other 'aged' women in my group. Not a speck of mascara among us.
Maybe I should have wished to have those 'young skinny-jeaners' in my group. Perhaps they would have loved the opportunity to spend the day with someone like me. Maybe my wisdom and life-experience are something they would admire. Maybe they would see my natural look, my relaxed demeanor because I'm not worrying about whether or not I have lipstick on my teeth, or sand on my white pants- and realize they want to be more like me.
Or, maybe not.