The time had come. Night after night, week after week of countless hours of practice had come to this.
Our fifth grade son began playing the trumpet this year and if you've read our blog, you know it's been a little less than...well...stellar.
For hours we've endured, I mean, enjoyed the beautiful sounds coming from this amazingly deafening loud instrument. To think that our son, along with several other fifth graders would join together for a Christmas concert was almost more than we could handle.
Needless to say, we readied ourselves for the event. Taking our seats, we listened as the assistant principal welcomed us and prepared us for what we were about to hear.
Reminding us that the students hadn't even picked up an instrument before three or so months ago, we couldn't help but wonder what to expect.
What came next, was completely wonderful. I know it's hard not to be a proud mom, but in this instance, when the band conductor prompted the first song, it was impossible not to be.
My eyes began to water and a lump grew in my throat. When everything came together, it was truly fantastic.
Our fifth grade son began playing the trumpet this year and if you've read our blog, you know it's been a little less than...well...stellar.
For hours we've endured, I mean, enjoyed the beautiful sounds coming from this amazingly deafening loud instrument. To think that our son, along with several other fifth graders would join together for a Christmas concert was almost more than we could handle.
Needless to say, we readied ourselves for the event. Taking our seats, we listened as the assistant principal welcomed us and prepared us for what we were about to hear.
Reminding us that the students hadn't even picked up an instrument before three or so months ago, we couldn't help but wonder what to expect.
What came next, was completely wonderful. I know it's hard not to be a proud mom, but in this instance, when the band conductor prompted the first song, it was impossible not to be.
My eyes began to water and a lump grew in my throat. When everything came together, it was truly fantastic.
To hear the music...actual beautiful music...come in the form of songs that we could not only recognize, but also enjoy, was simply amazing.
No earplugs were needed, no wincing or trauma occurred. I looked to find Christian in the mix of his classmates and my heart grew a thousands times full. It was less than a minute ago that they were all in kindergarten together, but now they were so grown and mature.
No earplugs were needed, no wincing or trauma occurred. I looked to find Christian in the mix of his classmates and my heart grew a thousands times full. It was less than a minute ago that they were all in kindergarten together, but now they were so grown and mature.
The band instructor ended the concert with a word about how much the students have learned. I don't know if I've ever seen someone take such a group of young kids with absolutely no experience and turn them into something so impressive in such little time.
If you'd like to hear one of their songs, I've linked it to our facebook page here. (Sorry about the camera work.) https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=327056584165984&set=vb.189002857971358&type=2&theater
To the man who taught our little ones how to play, we thank you. I can't even imagine what they'll sound like a year from now.
And to all the band kids and musicians of the world, I am in awe. To see where you began and what beauty you can create, is truly a magical thing.
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To the man who taught our little ones how to play, we thank you. I can't even imagine what they'll sound like a year from now.
And to all the band kids and musicians of the world, I am in awe. To see where you began and what beauty you can create, is truly a magical thing.
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