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Back on the Band-Wagon, and Loving It

Jul22

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The first piece I ever wrote for Alpha Mom was this one, about why you want your teen in marching band. We were, at the time, relatively new band parents (we’d been through just one marching season). We were also, at that time, in the middle of a very difficult stretch with my teen daughter, who was struggling with a lot of issues and no longer seemed like “herself.” When I’d allow myself—in the midst of that trying and downright scary time—to think back to the last time she’d seemed happy happy and whole, the answer was always the same: Marching band. She’d been most herself during marching season. She was disciplined, focused, and working as hard as we’d ever seen, absolutely, but she was also feeling competent and proud of herself. She was happy.

So when I wrote the original piece, I was nostalgic for that brighter time. Maybe, I thought, after turning in my writing, I’d romanticized it, just a little…? My words were colored by longing for a simpler, happier time. Maybe I was giving band too much credit, and really I was just wishing for a time machine.

But then the piece went viral, because (surprise!) we are not the only family for whom marching band has been nothing short of amazing. Something magical really does happen there for those kids, and by extension, for families like ours. Kids who’ve never been part of a group find their place. Kids who’ve never mustered the motivation to work hard and push themselves are stretched further than they could’ve imagined possible. Band kids feel good about themselves. If you have teenagers, you know how precious that is.

The next band season, my daughter—who’d had such a transformative experience, her first marching year—was a thousand miles away, taking a spin at living with her father, and pretty much the first thing she did at her new school was… drop out of band. What had been worry on my part turned to panic. Reasons were cited; the band director was a jerk! It wasn’t like her old band! She couldn’t keep up and the atmosphere was all wrong and on and on and on. Her stint away felt interminable but ended up short-lived, and she was back at home (and back in the band) just a few months later. The first day of band camp, that summer, I exhaled a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. She was home.

Shortly after the marching season wrapped, that year, my son returned to public schooling, joining his sister at the high school. We let him have plenty of input on his class schedule and plans, but I put band on the roster without discussion. “I’m not sure I want to do band,” he offered up, one day. I made a deal with him: He would try it for the semester and see how it went. If he hated it, he didn’t have to take it the following year. He agreed.

The semester concluded, and we went to the marching band sign-up meeting. “I’m not sure I want to do marching band,” he said. I asked him if he’d enjoyed concert band, and he allowed as how he had. I told him the same deal we’d struck before would work again: He would try a season, and if it turned out not to be for him, he wouldn’t do it again. He agreed. We turned in our paperwork.

Just before camp started this summer, we had another meeting. At the end of it, people were milling around, catching up with one another, getting music, asking questions of the instructors, etc. My daughter was flitting around doing various things, totally in her element. My husband was helping with some prep task. I was talking to the band director about something. At one point he looked up, stopped talking, then pointed behind me. “What’s he doing?” he asked.

I turned to follow his gaze. My son was looping around a tiny section of the hallway in circles. He wasn’t making any noise, or flapping his arms, or doing anything out of the ordinary, really, other than walking in small circles. I never would’ve noted it as odd.

“He’s… walking in circles?” I said.

The director chuckled and pressed, “But why is he doing that?”

My son had been in class with this man for a semester already. My daughter’s been with him for years. I am very fond of him and have a tremendous amount of respect for what he does and how much time and heart he gives to the kids in our program. And at that moment I couldn’t figure out why he was asking me that. So I answered as best I could: “Well, he’s bored. He’s probably tired, and he’s definitely hungry.” To me, the question was now answered, but the director still seemed puzzled. And then I realized what we were actually talking about. “… and he’s autistic, and that’s what he does,” I concluded.

“Huh,” he said. “I’ve never seen him do that before, is all.” We returned to our discussion.

The band director knew my son was autistic. I don’t know that it’s fair to say he forgot; I think it’s more that he just sees every kid as… an individual with various quirks and foibles, and the labels don’t matter so much. He was seeing something he hadn’t seen with my son before; he was curious, and then it was filed away under “that’s how he is.”

Band camp began, and this year I’m watching the magic unfold times two. My daughter is back doing what she loves, and my son is getting caught up in the excitement. They’re working hard. They’re loving it. They’re part of a big, supportive group. They’re becoming more themselves, within an organization that constantly challenges them and lifts them up. And oh yeah—I guess there’s some awesome music, too.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Band kids are the best kids, and band directors are saints among us. I will never stop being grateful that my kids have marching band in their lives.

About the author

Mir Kamin

http://wouldashoulda.com/
Mir Kamin began writing about her life online nearly a decade ago, back when she was a divorced mom trying to raise two regular little kids and figure out what she wanted to be when she grew up. Now her life looks very different than it did back then: Those little kids turned into anything-but-regular teenagers, she is remarried, and somehow she's become one of those people who talks to her dog in a high-pitched baby voice. Along the way she's continued chronicling the everyday at Woulda Coulda Shoulda, plus she's bringing you daily bargain therapy at Want Not. The good news is that Mir grew up and became a writer and she still really likes hanging out with her kids; the bad news is that her hair is a lot grayer than it used to be.


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9 Responses to “Back on the Band-Wagon, and Loving It”

  1. Melissa C. Jul 22 at 7:18 pm Reply Reply

    Thank you for this article and your other, last year. I teach elementary band and was on staff with our high school marching band for many years. I sent your post to some current staff members. I love how you write, and it was a beautiful post. If it is not too nosy, I would love to know what instruments your kids play. Thank you for showing everyone your family’s perspective on marching band- it’s a great thing to do!

    • Mir Kamin
      Mir Kamin Jul 23 at 7:46 am Reply Reply

      Hi, Melisa! My daughter marches piccolo, and my son does percussion in the pit (any time he complains, his sister is quick to remind him “You don’t even have to march!”). :)

  2. Jordan Jul 23 at 4:37 pm Reply Reply

    Mir, I love it when you write about marching band. As a long-time color guard member (marching band, winter guard and drum corps) AND a long-time instructor of same, I have to agree. I’ve seen the same transformation time and again as kids in band begin to blossom and grow.

    Along those lines, I don’t suppose your kids’ band is taking a field trip to watch the DCI Regional competition at the Georgia Dome this Saturday? There’s a reason that drum corps is referred to as “Marching Music’s Major League”… what those young men and women can do will blow your MIND. Highly recommend!!!

  3. Stephanie Jul 23 at 6:00 pm Reply Reply

    I remember that first post, too. My daughter, who will start her third band camp session in a couple of weeks, was on the fence about marching band. We pretty much gave her no choice (told her she had to try it, but could drop it the next term if she hated it). Shortly after she told us she would do it, I saw your post. And it was so very true. She LOVED marching band. So very much. For all the reasons you listed. My son started taking private drum lessons last year because he wants to be in drumline when he starts marching band (next year).
    My favorite things about marching band? The fact that nobody looks good in those goofy uniforms, therefore, nobody cares what they look like. Also, no stars in marching band–they truly are a team in a way I haven’t seen in anything else my kids have done over the years (soccer, baseball, competetive dance.)

  4. Anna Jul 23 at 6:01 pm Reply Reply

    If you haven’t already been to a drum corps show, you may want to check it out. The regional championships are going on though the next week – it’s marching band on steroids. I loved my color guard experience (so many push-ups!). You may want to encourage your kids to consider drum corps as well – it’s a great way to be part of a group and to do a little travel over the summer (and they have winter guard too!). I’ll be heading this way this weekend:
    http://www.dci.org/schedule/details.cfm?event=297

  5. Rachae Jul 23 at 9:58 pm Reply Reply

    I love this post :)

    But what made me laugh even more is the advertisement I saw below your post about pool problems, brought to you by HCH.

  6. addy Jul 24 at 11:52 pm Reply Reply

    Marching band saved our collective lives in High school. Can’t express enough the love and gratitude for all things band and band related.

  7. Leanne Jul 29 at 5:01 am Reply Reply

    I’ve never been to band camp, but I went on 8 choir tours in 7 years and couldn’t agree with you more. My years spent in choir and going on tour were the best thing ever. They were my social group, best friends, and place to belong. I think this is true of any strong music program. Glad it’s working for both of your kids.

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