The Flute

Last year my son had the opportunity to beginseriously, no rings or jewelry while in uniform, no gloves
instrumental music lessons and band at school. Hein cold weather. We practiced every night after school,
chose saxophone and seems to be enjoying thesometimes for two hours. We weren't allowed to read
experience, most of the time.Last year, when all themusic as we marched; we were to memorize it all. He
parents were called to the band-room at school tohad us practice elaborate formations for our half-time
learn about the school's instrumental program, I wasshows, we were good. A couple of years I played
eager to go. When I walked into the room with all thepiccolo in the band, I liked that too. The director was a
chairs arranged for band practice, the music standsstern man. Julie, Karen and I took delight in small acts
poised in front of the chairs, a rush of nostalgia sweptof defiance, we were never his favorites, but we had
over me. It was such a long time since my days ofeach other.I played the flute for many years, but I was
playing flute in the band at school. I, like my son, startednever a stellar flute player, fair at best. I was not
playing an instrument in the fourth grade. I rememberinterested in practicing very much. My parents rented
the first day of lessons, twelve girls sitting nervouslymy flute from the fourth grade until the end of school.
with their flutes. The music teacher was trying toThen my flute was gone, given back to the school, I
teach us the embouchure. He told us to make believehaven't played since.As my son practices his
we were kissing our boyfriends; waves of giggles filledsaxophone, I wish I were playing along at his side. My
the air. By fifth grade six of us were left, by sixthfriend Julie, who is now a band director at a school, told
grade only four. Eventually, I was the lone flute playerus that the fingerings on a saxophone are similar to a
in my grade.My mother never missed a band concert,flute. I tried playing my son's sax once; it was very
quite a feat for a mother of five children. Band wasdifferent to me. I find myself skimming the classified
when I would spend time with my friends Julie andads, seeing if anyone is selling a flute. I wouldn't dream
Karen. They were one grade ahead of me, but satof buying a new one because I'm not convinced I
right next to me in band, they were flute players too.would actually play it much. I rarely practiced when I
We were all in the marching band together too. Everyhad one.I accompanied my son to his saxophone
high school football game that was played at anotherlesson tonight. His instructor had a flute displayed in his
school, the marching band had a school bus bring us tostudio for the first time. I just stared at it from across
the game. We would spend the time on the bus singingthe room, then my son asked him to play it. I listened to
cheers for the football team, or any song at all, athe lyrical, clear tone of the instrument, and once again I
snare drum keeping time for us. At the games, one ofwas taken back to my youth. I believe it is only a
the cheerleaders became our cheerleader, oftenmatter of time before a flute and I find each other, and
directing us when to cheer with our instruments, it wasthis time there will be no letting it go.
so much fun.Our band director took the marching band