So in August I thought this move might send me into the throes of a nervous breakdown. A large part of my angst was Arleigh and her step into the world of marching band. Easy…it was not.
We ended August with 13 hour practices. More than once I drove her in tears to camp. After dropping her off, I drove home sobbing that I had to leave her in such an uncomfortable place. By the end of band camp she was resigned to see it through. I had my “I’m with the band” shirt and forced myself to wear orange. [shutter]
So Arleigh was super uncomfortable in her new surroundings. Add to that we had instrument problems when we arrived. And now…
I had no idea how much time and work went into marching band. I can’t play an instrument much less march with one to particular choreography on a field and hit a mark. From her first performance we could tell she was a natural. Obviously others see it too.
We’re proud of you Arleigh! Hang in there. August is coming.