Don't Forget About Me

"I can think of no better instrument than the human voice."

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Watched our EMS (Early Morning Singers) and 5th grade perform tonight. Loved it. Loved it. Loved it. I'm still humming, Down By The Riverside. Kudos to Charlene and the kids! Bravo!

After our concert finished up, I headed down to Sierra Vista to watch the 6th and 7th grade orchestra concert. And there I saw our alumni making music and I got teary eyed. How proud I was of those kids that a) stuck with cello from cello school and b) had the courage to attempt to learn a musical instrument in middle school.

Look, I'm a product of a balanced childhood. (Thanks Mom and Dad). I had the privlege of learning and studying music and it made a profound impact on me as a learner and human being.

Yet as I watched the students perform, I was struck with the thought... Once these kids leave Outlook, do I ever really think about them? Do I ever really stay somehow connected? Sadly, my mental answer to this was NO. And it's a shame.

So many times in my busyness of life and work, once those kids leave, part of me leaves with them, yet is that part never to return? As I listened tonight, I was filled with pride and a little shame. I haven't stayed connected like I should have with the kids once they leave.

I don't know how I do this, but somehow, someway, I need to.