The First Time
He came out of his room in khaki’s and a red plaid short-sleeved button down.
“Do I look okay, Mom?”
“LM, you have never ever asked me that before.”
“Mom, I have never played in front of a room full of adults before.”
I have played in band concerts from fifth grade through high school. This was my first time to be the parent. My little fourth-grade trumpet player smiled when he saw us in the audience. He waved before they started playing. He mouthed the words, “this is my favorite song” before “Resolution”. He smiled when I gave him a thumbs up. Later, when the band was done and we watched LM’s bestest friend, W, sing in the chorus, LM pointed out the girl that W likes. He smiled and gave W the thumbs-up sign. W got the giggles.
Afterwards I went over to say “hi” to W’s parents. They laughed at how close W and LM are. We took pictures of the two of them together. LM told W he “totally ROCKED!” W just laughed.
Keeping up with a tradition my dad started, “every good band concert deserves DQ ice cream” we headed off for blizzards. Not missing a moment to extend my list of compliments on the evening’s concert, LM and I decided the best adjective for the event was “galactic”. (In sci-fi terms, I guess that means “incredible!”)
Before heading to bed, I reiterated how wonderful the concert was, how proud I was of my little trumpeter and how great he sounded tonight. LM gave me a hug and said, “thanks for being such a great support, Mom.”
Thanks for making me so proud, LM. I will never forget tonight.
“Do I look okay, Mom?”
“LM, you have never ever asked me that before.”
“Mom, I have never played in front of a room full of adults before.”
I have played in band concerts from fifth grade through high school. This was my first time to be the parent. My little fourth-grade trumpet player smiled when he saw us in the audience. He waved before they started playing. He mouthed the words, “this is my favorite song” before “Resolution”. He smiled when I gave him a thumbs up. Later, when the band was done and we watched LM’s bestest friend, W, sing in the chorus, LM pointed out the girl that W likes. He smiled and gave W the thumbs-up sign. W got the giggles.
Afterwards I went over to say “hi” to W’s parents. They laughed at how close W and LM are. We took pictures of the two of them together. LM told W he “totally ROCKED!” W just laughed.
Keeping up with a tradition my dad started, “every good band concert deserves DQ ice cream” we headed off for blizzards. Not missing a moment to extend my list of compliments on the evening’s concert, LM and I decided the best adjective for the event was “galactic”. (In sci-fi terms, I guess that means “incredible!”)
Before heading to bed, I reiterated how wonderful the concert was, how proud I was of my little trumpeter and how great he sounded tonight. LM gave me a hug and said, “thanks for being such a great support, Mom.”
Thanks for making me so proud, LM. I will never forget tonight.
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