I have heard an astounding number of variations of the “Pomp and Circumstance” marches in my lifetime.
I think between my time in band, as a graduate, and as a teacher, I really should have kept a tally.
The most recent event I heard it at is one I will never forget, even though I was not the one graduating, performing in the band, or working at the event as an educator.
This time I sat in the stands looking for one particular student within a sea of 323 other kids who look very similar when dressed alike.
The moment I spotted my daughter, I didn’t have a flood of “mom tears” like I expected. Instead, I just felt a wave of happiness for her.