As of last night, I am officially a band mom.
Towards the end of last school year, Rooster decided to try out for band. He made the drum line, being selected to play cymbals. He was a tad disappointed because this is considered the first rung on the “ladder” of drum line. Snare drummers are at the top. He wants to be a snare drummer. So, he’s gotta work his way up.
Now, I’ve gotta tell you that, while I’m happy for him, I’m fighting this “Band Mom” thing.
I’m a Soccer Mom…hardcore. I’ve been doing the soccer thing since Chicky was seven years old.
I know I’m a nerd, but doing the “Band Thing” seems oober nerdy.
However, when Rooster brought home is band hat (I have no idea what the proper word for this is), I began to get a little excited…
And then when Rooster came out of his room wearing the rest of the uniform…
Um…I almost shed tears.
He looked so official…
Ok…so the picture looks weird because it’s missing a head. You know me…ever the protective Mama.
But you get the idea.
He was psyched.
My heart was torn.
Chicky is at Disney World, playing in a tournament. The Mr. took her. I LOVE watching her play, but we knew that someone needed to be home with the boy to support his interests as well.
Rooster and I headed to the football stadium earlier than we needed.
Good thing too.
If you’ve been reading my blog over the last year or year and a half, you know that Rooster has a tendency to forget things.
Um, yeah.
We got to the stadium, and I had just entered when my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, and the caller hung up before I could answer.
Then, I saw Rooster jogging toward me.
“Mama, you have to go home.”
Uh oh.
“What did you forget?”
“My cape. It’s in the bag, which I left in my room, I think.”
Poor guy. Being his first time, he had no idea that he was missing part of his uniform.
Being a good mom, I ran home, found what he needed, and got back to the stadium in record time. Good thing we live in a small city!
The band warmed up, and I chatted with a friend…the mom of one of the dancers in the band.
I watched the drum line warm up…
Rooster is standing to the left of the hatless cymbal player.
The game finally started, but I was distracted. Every time the band started playing, I turned my head to watch Rooster.
I wanted to see his reactions.
What a joy it was too.
There were some songs where the cymbal players had to turn around and hold their instruments for the snare drummers to play. During a couple of the songs, Rooster laughed and bopped to the beat.
There is nothing so special as watching your children enjoy life.
I attempted to film, with my regular camera, the halftime show.
Halfway through, I realized that I had been zooming in on the wrong cymbal player.
Oops.
Oh well.
The game eventually ended with our school winning. I enjoyed watching the cheerleaders, many of whom had been in my classes this week. They all hollered their hellos to me, making me feel really good.
I gave an extra special handshake to one of the school’s mascots, who happens to be one of Chicky’s good friends and a special kid. He and I have a strong bond based on mutual respect. Teenagers can really be awesome sometimes.
I watched as one of my students from last year got hurt and had to be helped off the field. I’ll be praying for him and checking on him next week at school.
After the game, the band played a few more songs, and then it was time to head home.
Rooster had a major adrenaline rush. He talked non-stop and laughed hard when I told him about filming the wrong player. He said he KNEW I would do this and should have explained where he’d be standing.
I told him that next week I’m painting some of that infrared paint on his uniform so I can put on special goggles to find him.
Oh, and Chicky’s team won its game too. Icing on the cake for the evening.
Although I don’t envision myself a hardcore, polo-wearing Band Booster, I am definitely more enthusiastic of Rooster’s new adventure.
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