For years I have sat on the sidelines of fields and watched my son play sports — soccer, baseball, basketball, golf. That time has been somewhat bittersweet because we have always known that eventually he would not be able to play sports anymore because of the Loeys-Dietz Syndrome. Additionally, while I have always beamed with pride watching him, I didn’t readily identify with that experience because I’ve never been much of an athlete myself.
I was the “artsy fartsy” type. I was in every choral competition I could find to enter and even went to choral camp one summer while others were at cheerleading or volleyball camp. I loved taking art class and yearbook…..you get the point. While I was never one to shine on a field or court, I could excel in the arts.
That’s one of the many reasons it was so special to watch E perform tonight at our school’s choral concert. He had auditioned for and been chosen as a member of the school’s show choir. Tonight was the fall concert.
I was blown away by the talent in that middle school ensemble. Such beautiful harmonies. As I listened to them sing in a foreign language and sing songs that were both secular and sacred, I was moved to tears. Really. I had to fight to keep my composure I was so proud and so moved.
There are many many times I’ve been a proud mama, but tonight was the first time it was due to a middle school choral concert.