Last night Oldest and Middle participated in the regional round of the state music contest for jazz groups. Oldest plays bass with the high school jazz band and Middle plays violin with the newly-formed jazz strings at our middle school. Both also play with our orchestras, and the music department in our district is state-level good. They are pretty amazing and regularly win awards.
But that's not what I'm excited about.
The contest last night was pretty far away, so Husband, Youngest and I didn't go (don't worry--high school Oldest and middle-school Middle didn't mind. I prefer to think of it as teen independence and not the fact that they don't want their parents following them everywhere). The middle school group got home a couple hours before the high school group, so Middle was in bed by the time Oldest got back.
"How'd it go?" I asked. He told me they had done really well, with top marks from the judges. I mentioned that his sister had told me she noticed he had come to the auditorium when the middle school group performed. I knew that Middle had 3 solos...and that she said she had been nervous and wasn't sure they were that great.
"Yeah--and you know what? They were good. Really good, like probably either the best ones there or one of the best, and they were way better than most of the other middle schools."
"Really?" I replied, "that's awesome! How did the solos go for Middle?"
"Um, pretty good. Actually....she was the best one. Hers were stronger than the others." He went on a bit about both groups, but I don't remember his exact words after that.
Oldest said complimentary things about Middle. He said she was the best. And he meant it. Consider the source--Oldest, Middle, and Youngest are generally nice to each other and they really do get along well, but I don't often (ok, so it's more like rarely) hear them talk about each other this way.
The awards are great and I'm proud of the kids from our school. But what I'm going to remember is that little bit of conversation--the part I'm really proud of.