Monday, December 8, 2008

Proud Momma Moment

Well, I've now officially become a band parent. My fifth grade son had his first band concert on Friday. It went really well.

My dear son chose to play the same instrument that I play - the clarinet. Needless to say, I was positively thrilled. He had me convinced he might want to be a trumpeter (heaven help me!) or a percussionist (ladies, lock up your daughters!) Now, I'd be able to help him with any kind of trouble he might face with the instrument; I already had one for him to use, so there was no need to rent one; things were looking pretty good. He even seemed to have a predisposition for the instrument - his initial tone production was good, fingers were sturdy. (Remember, I teach music, so I tend to be pretty critical.) However, I was SOOOOOO nervous. I didn't want him to squeak or squeal or any of those other horrible sounds that can come out of a newbie instrument player.

His section stood to play their first song as a group - I was so enthralled, I forgot to take pictures! (Now that's pretty major for a dedicated scrapbooker!) He did really well. I did manage to shoot a bit of a video of the whole group for their final song. I'll have to put it in later.

So, now I have become a band parent. It's not so bad...first soccer mom, now band parent, what could be next? Parent of a teenager - don't think I'm ready for that one yet.

My son and his buddies

Ready to play on the big day!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Well, here's my attempt

I'm going to give this blogging thing a try. I'm new to this, so bear with me. The random ramblings of an occasionally frustrated teacher; the brief moments of clarity; the thoughts of one who needs to think a bit more clearly, if only for a moment.

Stay for a while, maybe you can help me be a better me. I know I'm flawed, impatient, rather self-centered, a bit of a know-it-all. However, I think I can be kind and patient, if the situation merits it. But can I help it if sometimes, I might know something? Is that a crime? (please say you feel the humor of it all?)

I guess that's it for now. Today, most of the scraps in my life are just waiting...for what I'm not sure. There's not much that feels too out of line. Just limp and worn out - wanting to be more, but not sure what to do next.

I wonder where this new journey will take me?