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Reflections . . .










              We decided to let the kids focus on homework, Region  thankful to have found a family here. I heard kids who
            Orchestra prep, etc. yesterday during classes and reserved  all they wanted to do was quit until a certain person or
            today for reflection. I didn’t want to try and tell the kids  group of people decided to take them under their wing
            how to feel about their season or what they should be  and help them realize that they have a place in our band
            thinking. I wanted to give them the opportunity to share  family. I listened to kids who struggle socially express that
            their thoughts and personal reflections on their experience,  they feel welcome and important. Teenage boys sharing
            whether it was over the weekend or                                   how much they’ve loved performing
            something in the season that was       What I witnessed this         together and growing together as
            meaningful to them.                   morning was one of the         friends and musicians. Grown boys
              Holy  cow...I  had  NO  IDEA  what                                 embracing the fact that their buddies
            was in store...What I witnessed      most beautiful things I’ve      brought them to tears after finishing
            this  morning  was  one  of  the  most   ever seen. These kids...    our last performance. Kids talking
            beautiful things I’ve ever seen. These   these beautiful kids, one   about meeting other band members
            kids...these beautiful kids, one after   after another, shared       and band parents who told them
            another,  shared  their  hearts  and   their hearts and bared        their performance made them cry.
            bared their souls to each other for the   their souls to each other   I heard kid after kid share their
            better part of each class. I listened   for the better part of       personal experience of their Finals
            to kid  after kid  raise their hand  to                              performance and the sheer joy and
            express how thankful they were for     each class. It was like       elation that followed with their peers
            a friend, how proud of themselves      they were finally free        outside  of  the  tunnel.  Kids  were
            they were for fighting for something    of their burdens and         crying and hugging each other like
            bigger than themselves, how much it    hardships and had the         it’s all they had in the world that
            meant to have their parents standing   freedom to just be and        night. And then they did this again
            in front  of  them in the rehearsal    express their love and        in class this morning...two days later
            hall during our final run through,     care for one another.         and in our smelly, broken-down
            how much they developed a love                                       band hall. And I cried and cried and
            for one another over the course of                                   cried while listening to these young
            time while working together each day. They talked about  men and women share their hearts with one another with
            how much they grew as a family. That they’d never felt as  complete and total abandon. Most of my make-up was on
            close as a group as this year. I heard kids talk about losing  my jacket sleeve by 10 a.m.
            family members and other loved ones during marching   I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. A group of
            season and specifically point out others in the room and  teenagers, many who are overly protective of sharing too
            thank them for carrying them through their personal  much for fear of being criticized and many who are so hard
            battles. I witnessed young girls who I’ve counseled this  on themselves and are afraid of failure or of being mocked
            fall share how much being in the band means to them  that they don’t let people see them too intimately, were
            and that it’s what gets them through their darkest days. I  literally baring their souls to each other. It was like they
            heard move-in students shed tears and share about how  were finally free of their burdens and hardships and had
            they came from a small school or band program and how  the freedom to just be and express their love and care for
            much they missed their friends from their old school  one another. It was literally the most precious thing I think
            but how proud they were to be in our band; they were  I’ve ever been able to witness.


            Bandmasters Review • December 2017               15                            Texas Bandmasters Association
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