And the Band Plays On

He's growing up so fast...and he's learning so much. Sometimes I can't keep up.

He likes trombone. Sort of. 

I'm not thrilled with his teacher who insists on placing students to the very last chair. When you know your last chair, what does this do to you mentally?

But he plays on. Maybe because we force him.

Maybe because he likes it.

I keep hope for Marching Band and the joy that might come with that.