Youngest son’s new band formed about 6 months ago.
I was pleased for him as he does better with the focus and teamwork that a band requires. But there were a few bumps in the beginning.
For one, when they are on the microphone and the amps are on, the neighbors get a (loud) ring-side seat to the practice.
For two, we are talking about 15-16 year old boys here, and sometimes the words that come out of their mouths do not need to be amplified. Plus, they were leaving their trash scattered about.
So we had a meeting…OK, I went down the basement steps and laid down some ground rules, including that if any neighbor called to complain about their words or sound levels, that practice at this address would cease. And that they would put their trash in the trash can, or in the sink for me to wash and be recycled.
A couple of weeks after that, I was told I was like a “soccer mom” to the band. It may have been said ironically at first. But all the boys are respectful of me and our shared space. I give them and the equipment rides to the performance venue and I pull the equipment out of the flood that occurs in my basement after a hard rain.
I have gotten to know the band members a bit, and have learned that most of them have been let down by the adults in their life and that I am a bit of an anomaly to them. One of them has started calling me “Mom.”
This is the payoff for knowing what enough is, for living the simple life, for pursuing my dreams and encouraging others to do the same. I am rich beyond measure.