I also feel sadness, verging on resentment, that my boys have never known such delight in school. Public education has moved on to other things. Religious music is off-limits, which I understand, but that doesn't leave a lot of classical choral music to sing. More troubling, challenge and expectation seem to be missing. Not always, not everywhere.
Some teachers break through the bureaucracy and frustration to demand excellence.
But when my boy goes to music class and, instead of singing, they watch a video of other people singing, I know something has been lost. I must accept that times have changed, and former days, whether better or worse, clearly are former. We are shaped by our histories, but we work out our salvation by what we do with our histories. The first become last by hoarding their blessings and taking credit for them. The last become first by thanking the giver and passing their blessings on to others.