As hard as it is to drag myself out of the house on a cold winter night, as hard as it is to sit in a cafeteria in very uncomfortable chairs, as hard as it is to listen to a bunch of middle school kids....who are not your own sing and play.... It's all worth it when your own comes on stage. And all of the sudden 'nostalgia hits you like a train' to paraphrase my middle school musician. I am looking at him on stage, thinking that he doesn't clean up bad....and thinking of that sweet little boy he used to be. And at the same time, thinking of all he has ahead of him....the good, but also the challenging, because that is life. And I look at him, and he makes me laugh at all he is....but I am proud.
“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.”
~ Arthur O'Shaughnessy
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