It's hard to believe this little face
is almost 12 years old!
My little man, my first born, will turn 12 in a couple weeks. He's a big sixth grader this year. Tonight was the band concert for the fifth and sixth grade bands. I was blown away! The summer before fifth grade we met with the band teacher and had an instrument fitting. Matthew had the opportunity to try out a few different instruments to see which one he would like to play.
I remember listening to the teacher explain how to hold his mouth to play each different type of mouth piece. I remember how much he struggled to make his muscles do what they needed to do. I remember when the teacher walked out of the room for a minute and Matthew turned to me with wide, surprised eyes and said it was a lot harder than he thought it would be. I remember the smile on his face as we walked out that day; me with a lighter wallet and him with a shiny new cornet and a smile on his face.
I also remember those first few months of practicing. Squeaks. Missed notes. Learning. I remember the fall concert, only two months into the school year, that was filled with nervous, shaky, squeaky, hesitant notes. Everything was still so brand new.
Now, almost two years later, this same kid stepped on the stage and played his heart out. This group of 50-something sixth graders played some amazing music tonight! It's so great to see how much this group has changed in just two short years. They are no longer baby-faced, squeaky note playing kiddos at all! They are taller and prouder and filled with a new level of confidence.
They were amazing! Way to go little buddy! You've come a long way!