But more especially for my various grands.
I spent many a cold and/or hot, dry and/or wet weekend night sitting in the stadium of totally boring football games (which we usually lost) being rewarded for a short time each night by being able to watch our marching band. Each of my kids played in the band...Dawn as clarinet and then as melaphone which was louder. Cara as flute and then as trombone and even surprised me with a solo one night. Jocelyn as cornet and had so much joy. Marissa as flute and then cornet because it was louder and more fun. Jordan as drums, ending with the quads which were amazing. Many times I would sit in those stands in tears as their music, joy, antics moved me to emotions which I knew would not be felt again, in the same way as they finished their high school careers. At the end of each season the school would put on one more show, usually the night after the final football game. The band formed a tunnel and each senior would have his name read off and he/she'd go running thru that tunnel of bandmates.
And at Jordan's last band show, I sat and heard these words: And finally, the last of the Hatch Batch...Jordan Hatch. And then I knew that kind of joy was over for me personally and I really dripped tears. Now I hear how expensive it is for my grands ($1500 for marching band in Lake Orion, MI) to even be able to perform in a marching band in their school and I sit here now, typing...and weep. This is when it would be wonderful to have a million bucks on hand, to give out, to allow my kids the pride and tears I experienced during football games....experiencing it with their kids.
Our high school's choir, by and large, was pathetic. But other schools' weren't...so perhaps, if my grands cannot perform in a marching band, they could try for choir. My friend Peggy sent me this following which is what got my on this topic this morning. Please, for fun, watch to the end or you will really miss the band aspect...plus...there's the head chomping moment (or whatever it was called).
Thanks to my 5 kids for many memories and joys.