I was doing my normal juggling of “leader” and “mom” roles. I was feeling pretty good about the “mom” part as I drove to the stadium that night.
Sure I was on a conference call the whole way there, but I pulled into the parking lot well before halftime. The marching band had not yet entered the field– that’s a win.
There was plenty of time to set up to take the pictures I had promised my son for his senior year. I found the perfect spot, got some great facial expressions, and even some action shots.
I drove home proudly and uploaded them to Photoshop. I adjusted everything just right and excitedly showed them to my son.
“Mom, did you get the guitar?”
Huh? “Ben, you play mellophone”
“Mom, the band moves into a fantastic formation… it looks like a guitar…right in time with the music… did you get a picture of that?”
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