Inverted Deja Vu

Last Saturday, I took Joseph to the Rochester School District's Bi-Annual Arts Festival. Participation was not mandatory, but we were happy to go. As I walked Joseph in to the gym, I had a twisted sense of deja vu. It seemed so few years ago that I was the student getting ready for a concert.
Choir has always been a passion of mine; not just singing, but specifically ensemble singing (which includes musical theater.) I love how a group of individuals can come together to make a beautiful and amazing sound woven together. Unfortunately, I was part of a school choir where the majority of students didn't share my passion to excel in the choir, it was more of a class to take for an easy 'A'. Our sound, as a whole, was lacking, even though we did have a few real talents.
So as I sat in the gym of Rochester High School waiting to hear Joseph's school sing, I was experiencing a weird combination of sensations. Part of me felt like I should be preparing myself to sing, and the other part felt pride in my son for performing. I had a sense of feeling what my Mom may have felt hen she came to watch me perform, while at the same time, feeling entirely too young to have a child in school performing (as it was obviously just the other day when I was on stage performing.)
I guess I was feeling a bit of nostalgia; a fond remembrance for something I wish I could still be a part of. Not my high school choir necessarily, but something. My best choir memories are from being a part of Ambassadors of Music. This was a choir of about a hundred high school students from all over the state, where each member had a true passion and talent. We were given one week to learn all the music on our own, and one weekend to practice is as a choir before leaving for a European tour. It was the most amazing sound, the most amazing experience.
Anyway, enough reminiscing. The boys are playing well together before Joseph leaves for school. We are excited to have some company this weekend. Greg, Janell, and Peyton will be staying with us Sunay night. It will tae the rest of this week to get the boys to get their rooms cleaned up. I usually end up doing all the work, but I don't want to this time. I want the boys to learn some responsibility, and not to expect that I will always do it for them. But that means that it takes much longer, and I have to let go of some of the OCD driven perfection. Let's just say it's. Work n progress.
I have to make sure Joseph is ready for school. I'll be back later.