Another school year winds down and we look forward to the slower pace of summer. We can breathe. We spend time outdoors. We take vacations. We hang out around the house. We sleep later. We read more books.
As a teacher and parent, the end of the school is a bittersweet time. I do not like change. I love and worry about my students. When a school year ends, I never see some of them again. Kids move up to another grade or families move away. Colleagues change schools or retire (or leave teaching). Summer marks the end of our time together. We move on.
At the end of the school year, Sarah, our younger daughter will be a high school senior. When she graduates, Don and I will pass into a life stage we’ve never known. For the first time in twenty years, we will not have a child…
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