My anger was over the top. It seems I’m not over the confrontation yet.
To give you a little background, a lifetime ago I was a marching band mom. My son, Jamie, played the trumpet though high school and beyond. He enjoyed it and so did his father and I.
Let me hasten to add, it was hard work. Every week of the football season meant a few new songs to learn and new formations to perform at the games. This, on top of all the demands from other classes.
Life has a way of changing everything. By the time our youngest, Naomi, hit high school, we had a job transfer and new schools to acclimate to. Naomi opted to become a member of the flag girls that performed routines alongside the band.
Each week the band played the same song. I couldn’t understand why. If you watched one performance, you’ve seen them all.
In asking the band teacher about this he explained, “The students couldn’t possibly be able to learn a new song in every week.”
This is when I became livid with anger. Standing before me was a picture of what separates good teachers from bad.
“Yes they can! These kids aren’t learning anything doing the same routine week after week. They need the challenge and the opportunity to expand their repertoire. Playing the same musical number repeatedly is a recipe for boredom. Not to mention zero desire to discover if they have a music preference.”
Fortunately the flag girls did their own music numbers offering various costumes with different flag formations. At least they weren’t bored to tears!
My take away was this: The mindset of the band teacher revealed was he was tired of teaching and was merely putting in his time until retirement. Mentally done, he no longer cared to instill a love for music to his pupils.
Everyone has something to offer, instilling what we love into others should never grow old.
Sometimes Jesus gives me opportunities to grow that I may not like. But it’s something he knows I can master with his help, and usually holds a future benefit. He never tires, becomes stagnant, or limited in love. It never ends.