Tuesdays and Thursdays are Rooster’s band practice days.
These are the days when I pick him up from school at 5:30.
Oy, but what fun.
Actually, it is fun. I get to see many of the students I have subbed for over the last two years, and now that I am teaching at another school, this is a good chance to reconnect with them.
The only bad thing about these afternoons is the funk that accompanies such reunions.
If you were not in the band or never had the pleasure of being a band mom, allow me to explain.
See, marching bands have to practice their halftime shows for the football games they will be playing at.
To do this, they need large spaces to practice their formations.
Large spaces exist outdoors.
In Florida, this means practicing in heat and humidity.
By the time students walk off of the field from practice, their clothes are drenched in sweat.
Their bodies don’t smell all that good either.
To keep cool, a lot of the kids roll their sleeves up to their shoulders.
Hey, every little bit helps, right?
Today, I got to the school early, so I waited in the band room (a huge thanks to the mom who let me in). It was way cooler inside.
Finally, the kids began arriving to put their instruments away.
It took a few minutes before Rooster entered.
I almost did not recognize him.
He is right at six feet tall now, so he stands above a lot of the other kids.
But it wasn’t his face that caused me to take a second look (although I did notice the new glasses he is sporting these days…very fine indeed).
No. What caught my attention were his upper arms.
I looked again to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.
Nope.
You guys…my skinny minny boy has the beginnings of deltoids.
What are deltoids?
Deltoids are the muscles that sit at the top of your shoulder blade and run down to your biceps.
Not only does Rooster have discernible upper arm muscles, but I think I might have seen the barest hint of a bicep…
Ok, so that picture is not Rooster’s body, and it is exaggerating the size of the muscles I saw.
But still…
Try to imagine a beanpole.
Now, imagine a beanpole carrying around a set of tenor drums…
Psych!
Gotcha!
Bet you thought that was Rooster! heehee
Alas, no, it’s not him, but that is the type of drum set he carried around all summer during band camp.
It’s no wonder he is becoming a muscle man.
Someone, please stop time. I want my little boy back — the one who, when his “muscles” were flexed, only showed his bones covered in skin.
Oy! What’s a mom to do?
Actually, I know.
I’m going to get Mr. Muscle Man to start doing all of the heavy lifting around here!
Now that’s using my brain muscle!
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