Friday, March 25, 2016

The Beautiful Sounds From My Teen

First day of baseball practice for Collin.  He's a novice, but having fun.

Connor is all about friends on the weekend.  If we don't have them at our house, we don't see him much:)

As a true test of friendship, my (die-hard) UK fan/friend Gwen and I watched the IU/Kentucky game.    

Caleb performed with the Butler Youth Jazz Band at the Jazz Kitchen.

It's funny, when your child is performing at a jazz bar in a trendy section of town, relatives and friends don't seem to mind coming to watch.  From experience, I know they are not as eager to sit sidelines along a freezing soccer field or never-ending swim meet:)  Grateful for Caleb's personal cheering section!

When my sons were little, it seemed like I had absolutely no time to myself.  But, there were nap times and early, regular bedtimes.  And during those pockets of time, I found moments to blog.

Now that I have sons in their tweens and teens, time seems even more squeezed.  The hours after school are jam packed with homework, dinner, and practices (and yes, showers too!).  By the time the last son is finally tucked into bed, I'm heading in that direction too.

I miss the evenings where I would nestle up to my computer and write about the day.  But, I know there are seasons for everything.

Enough excuses.

The highlight of the last several weeks was Caleb's first jazz concert with the Butler Youth Jazz Band.  My mom reminded me of his first preschool concert.  His class stood on the stage in the sanctuary of the Presbyterian Church to perform for a sea of beaming parents.  Caleb, however, crunched down in his spot and sobbed.  I was mortified and sure I had a son destined to shy away from the spotlight.

Fast forward a decade and Caleb is standing on the stage in front of a packed restaurant.  He's proudly belting out a solo on his trumpet.  He smiles at his own personal cheer section when he completes his music.

I smile back.  

I am grateful for his beautiful music, but more grateful for how far he's come.

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