(originally posted @ My Really, Real Reality)
There is something very joyful about sitting in a tiny, uncomfortable school auditorium and watching young people learning to play and developing an appreciation for music.
I am not personally musically inclined. I don't play any instrument. I can't carry a tune in a bucket. That's not to say that I don't enjoy music. I do. A lot. I enjoy listening to music. I also enjoy singing along. Often. Loud. And badly. Which is why I find it fascinating to hear my own children play their respective musical instruments.
Last night was the Little Man's last orchestra concert as a middle schooler. And his first with the high school orchestra.
First the 8th Grade Orchestra played a couple of pieces.
Then after the high school orchestra played a couple of songs, the 8th grade joined them for their first concert pieces with the high school orchestra!