Semesters are changing again in the collegiate world. A brand new batch of bright-eyed interns is already in place at the American Jazz Museum. Classes resume at KU next week, which means my last week of “freedom” is officially behind me. The end of the summer does not mean much to me aside from a general shift in focus. In fact, I will be spending my last Friday evening of summer vacation at my school trying to recruit new members to the writing club for which I am an officer. There are only a few ways in which the end of summer truly affects me. Instead of spending my days planning summertime activities for my kids or picking up extra shifts at my job, I will return to days of class lectures and homework time (and regular shifts at my job).
There is only one area I’m really going to feel the impact of back-to-school, and that’s right here. My children are still too young for school themselves. My oldest child is only 4, so I still have a year before I have to consider kindergarten. I’ve thought about that first day of school, though. I’ve thought about what it will be like to take my son to his very first real classroom, kiss him on the cheek, and let go of his little hand. I’ve imagined how it will feel to turn him over to people I don’t know (who I’m sure are perfectly nice and entirely competent, but, still, unknown) and have to walk away.
That’s kind of how this feels.
The “control” of this blog will officially change hands after this post. It’s only been a part of my life for two short months. This will only be my 14th post (which seems like so much less work than I remember!). But even in that short amount of time, I have become rather…possessive of it. And I will miss it quite a bit. I’m honored to have been considered part of the American Jazz Museum. I’m thrilled to have had the opportunity to work on this blog. And I’m proud of the changes I’ve made and the work I leave behind. I hope to continue to be involved from time to time; perhaps do a guest post or help brainstorm content ideas for “I Never Knew” on Wednesdays. But the time has come to let go of this little hand and send it off into the care of others.
Thanks for everything, guys.