Last night we were at my daughter’s high school band concert. I have been associated with the St. Amant High School Band for three years now. Every year this band never ceases to amaze me. The closeness these kids have is unbelievable.
As my daughter was entering High School she informed me that she wanted to be on drum-line. Not be on the dance team. Secretly, I was crushed. She had been on the dance team in middle school and I had been on the dance team in High School. I wanted her to continue the tradition. It wasn’t my decision. It was hers. We went to the newcomer’s meeting and heard the band directors speak. One of the things they said was that the kids would start school with 200+ friends. Yea Right…Rah Rah talk, I thought to myself.
The band practiced during the summer for two weeks straight. After the first day, my daughter had made friends. The upperclassmen of course gave the freshmen a hard time but also took them under their wings. Offering for them to ride with them to lunch, giving them pointers. I was warming up to this band thing. By the end of the two weeks and the start of school, she indeed had 200+ new friends.
The camaraderie these young people have is interesting to me to watch. They truly are a family. For as much time as these kids spend together, they all get along and look out for each other very well.
Every year at the Spring Concert, one of the last songs they play is “The Way We Were”. As the band plays, the Senior’s names are called and they lay down their instruments and make their way to the front of the stage. Let me tell you, there is never a dry eye in the auditorium. Last night, thru my own tears, I really watched the kids. 18 and 19 year old young men and women are tearful and not ashamed to be so. They hug each other, they hug the underclassmen, they choke up when they give speeches to the Directors. And every year, the Directors shed a tear or two. The band members from years past are always at this performance with their own tears. The openness of emotion shared with this family makes me smile.
These kids are not totally jaded to the ways of the hurtful world. They are accepting of each others faults and quirks. They are family, they love each other unconditionally. Lets all go out and be like these teens. Be accepting of each other, love each other, be there for someone that needs us. No questions asked.
p.s. I couldn’t be happier with my daughter’s decision to be a part of the STA Golden Gator Band !