Yesterday we spent the entire day at the high school working at the tournament hosted by Allie's marching band. I was at the school Friday until almost 11 and then we were back at 7am. Doug, Allie, Jane and I finally made it home at about 11 again. We were exhausted. Emotionally and physically exhausted.
I worked the concession stand while Doug was put in charge of directing
traffic and routing the buses as the bands came in. The other
volunteers and I shut down the concession stand to watch the kids
perform. It was amazing! Because of all the time we've spent with the
band we've seen their different performances and how they've placed at
the different competitions. After a particularly disappointing
performance at the last competition Mr. Gould reminded the kids that
they were getting the scores they deserved and had earned. I don't
know what else he had said to them over the week but whatever it was,
it made an impact. The performance we were lucky enough to see on
Saturday was a culmination of the hard work the kids put into it.
Their dedication and pride in their performance was apparent. I think
Mr. Gould knew what to expect from "his" kids. He walked on that field
with a rooster's strut you could see across the field.
With only one small SNAFU (no hot water for hot cocoa or noodles) we finished the day. We left so exhausted I was ready to cry.
best part of the day came when Allie told us that because of their
scores they were going to Championships in Huntington Beach! When you
host the tournament you don't "place" and so your scores and ratings
aren't made known to you until the end of the tournament. Allie told us
that if they had been able to place they would have been in 2nd place!
so damn proud of that kid and her accomplishments with the marching
band I could just BURST! She didn't want to stay in band last year and
we pushed her. She was hesitant at the beginning of the year and has
flourished in this environment. I really couldn't be happier. This is
one of those rare parenting moments when you get to sit back and be
proud, let your kid be proud of herself, and
you get to say "I told you so"! That doesn't happen very often. I'm
basking to say the least. Although, currently basking means sitting my
happy ass on the couch with my computer barely able to move because I'm
sore and exhausted from a day at the snack bar.
I can't wait to do it again next year! Well, I can, but it's easier if I don't think about it.
Holy crap I need a nap! Good job San G! We're proud of you, Allie - now get Mommy an ice pack.