This year is different. This year, I'm not about the countdown. In fact, I'm countdown-avoidant.
It's not because I'm retired from public school teaching, although that certainly is a factor. The bigger factor, though, is that the countdown of school days now represents something completely different.
The number of days remaining in my daughter's high school career.
I know it's coming, and I'm excited for her. We've embraced the college search and decision-making process, if not the paperwork. She's chosen a school I think she'll love, and I think we'll love visiting. The future looks rosy.
It also looks far away, both in terms of time and distance, and there's a part of me that wants to keep it that way.
I don't (really) want to keep her here forever. I know she's ready for this next step, and some days, so am I.
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So I'll keep track of the days, but I won't count them. I'll celebrate the milestones, but some days, I'll deny the path they're marking out because I'm not quite ready to follow it. By the end of the summer -- the days we don't count -- I'll be ready. I'll have to be.
But I won't be ready in 47 days.