...for just about forever. Unless, of course, I decide to go back to it.
Libby's going to college, of course, so my dance with academia isn't entirely over, and I've mulled going back to school myself. But a big chunk - the part that began in September of 1985 when my oldest daughter marched off to kindergarten at Nether Providence Elementary School in Wallingford, PA, and ended last night - is over.
At one point, I had a child in college, high school, middle school and elementary school all at once.
No more lunches or last minute scrambles for lunch money. No more runs for the bus. No more absent notes or phone calls to the nurse. No more field trips. No more lost library books. No more permission slips and emergency contact cards (which all had to be filled out in quadruplicate.) No more report cards, no more teacher conferences - not that I ever went to too many of those. (What was the point of going just to hear how well my kids were doing?)
And will I miss it... any of it? Ask me this time next summer.
Libby's going to college, of course, so my dance with academia isn't entirely over, and I've mulled going back to school myself. But a big chunk - the part that began in September of 1985 when my oldest daughter marched off to kindergarten at Nether Providence Elementary School in Wallingford, PA, and ended last night - is over.
At one point, I had a child in college, high school, middle school and elementary school all at once.
No more lunches or last minute scrambles for lunch money. No more runs for the bus. No more absent notes or phone calls to the nurse. No more field trips. No more lost library books. No more permission slips and emergency contact cards (which all had to be filled out in quadruplicate.) No more report cards, no more teacher conferences - not that I ever went to too many of those. (What was the point of going just to hear how well my kids were doing?)
And will I miss it... any of it? Ask me this time next summer.
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