As I posted previously, my son plays in the bell choir at our church. It’s a good way for him to be part of a group, learn to take direction, and make music– one of his passions. (I give great kudos to his hand bell choir director, who has learned how to work with my boy and been very patient. I bet he was a great band teacher and school administrator prior to retiring!)
The bell choir plays about 4 times per school year. Usually, I am my busy self and it dawns on me the Saturday afternoon before the Sunday morning performance that my son needs to have his clothes, shoes, etc. ready. More than once we’ve had to run out at the last minute to get him dress pants or shoes that fit.
This time, however, was different.
I reminded my son, “Hey, remember what tomorrow is?”
“What?” he replied.
“Oh yes! Mr. F. wants us to wear green.”
“Yes, we are supposed to dress like it’s spring.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t think you have anything green.”
“Yes, I do. I am going to wear my Hawaiian shirt because it has green in it, my light brown pants, my brown dress socks, and my dress shoes.”
Waaaat??? Planning ahead? My son?
After I recovered from the shock, I asked him, “Do you have those things ready?”
“I’ll go up right now and get it ready, Mom. OK?” He ran upstairs to his room.
“Ok,” I replied. I had to sit down. This was amazing. I had this feeling of relief that I didn’t have to do it, but at the same time I felt a sadness that I wasn’t as needed. But mostly I was relieved.
A few minutes later, my son called from upstairs,
“Mom, I need to go out to get a new belt.”
“Why?” I called.
“Well, does my blue belt match my Hawaiian shirt?”
Okay, by this time I was about to faint because never has my boy cared about matching. But I recovered quickly, and said, “Yes, the belt matches. There is blue in your Hawaiian shirt, too.”
“But Mr. F says green.”
“I don’t think Mr. F. cares about your blue belt. He said ‘spring,’ right? Not just green.”
“Yes! Okay, thanks, Mom.”
My boy proceeded to lay out all of his clothes, including his socks, shoes, and belt. The next morning we were actually early for the dress rehearsal because he was ready in record time. He even complimented someone at church on their shirt.
Music makes him want to prepare and get up in the morning. Music is helping him be independent. I have hope that my husband and I may indeed be empty-nesters. And that’s a good thing!