Managing Band Children

I am the band mom. They say “manager” but that is false. My husband manages the band but I am the mom and gig-getter. That allows me to buffer the children, I mean men in our band and be diplomatic, do the work and heavy lifting, listen to the incessant whining, and yet have the luxury of being paid less and blamed for everything. But I wear big girl panties and can take all of it (meaning I pray a lot to a really big God). And my brief payoff is the exhilaration of making people happy and dance and the fun of all that and brief appreciation of the audience. So there are perks. Biggest one is playing with my husband and my band brother. And now my son is our paid roadie. That is sweet too. 

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Picture Perfect

I take a lot of pictures. Maybe it is the artist in me or the romantic in me. I keep them. I keep pictures to remind me because I am very forgetful. I keep pictures of people that hurt me because I have this strange ability to still value the good before the hurt and I also believe every hurt helps shape you to the person you are right now. I would not be so strong had I had one of those easy lives I hear so much about where a flat tire is about the worst thing they’ve ever faced. So pictures remind me of how God has blessed me and allowed me to be tested, of great friends and not so nice ones, of me before and me after. So, I had 3,299 pics stored in my camera. I just saved them on a flash and relieved my poor phone of chlosterphobia. Lol so, now my memories are safe and I can dust them off and remind myself how far God has brought me. He brought me to the best place of my life where He is God and I am a humble little girl. That is the spot I need and strongly desire to stay. Pictures reenact in my mind the memory and refresh the vacations and uplift the soul. I am so thankful for the luxury of pictures and thank God for every memory He brought me to and through. He is so good!