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It's been a long road: first they were babies, then preschoolers, now full-fledged elementary and middle school students.  (Hopefully, I'm on the middle of the road somewhere).  Years went by and I'm not sure what happened.  During those years when my children were tiny, I hardly noticed the time, the day, the month, even the year.

There wasn't a moment that I wasn't doing something for someone else.  My entire existence became intertwined with that of my family's.  The lines were blurring, the experiences were another's, not mine.  It was getting more and more difficult to determine where the kids ended and I began.

Maybe that's good, in a sense, to be so utterly connected with your children that you feel as one.  There's a special bond.  One that will last a lifetime.  So, yes, it is good.  But there's has to be a separation.

Over the past five years I have volunteered to serve my local public library as a Trustee.  It's been an honor and a pleasure.  Because of this continuing, enriching experience, I've decided to do something completely for me: I am going back to school.

Beginning today, I will officially be a graduate student at C.W. Post, working toward a Master's Degree in Library and Information Science.

Not only am I doing something remarkably special for myself, but I believe I am also teaching my children some important lessons: they are not the center of the universe, they can continue to fulfill their dreams throughout their lives and no one should ever underestimate the significance of libraries.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Go go go
Anonymous said…
Have a good first day of school!

David O.
Lisa D'Urso said…
Good for you Julie! It is so important to have something 'just for you'. I will never forget, several years back, Joe's aunt telling me how lost she was with all of her children finally out of the house. She had devoted her life to her family, as many of us do, and now that they were grown and building their own lives she had to rediscover who she was. She described it as a desperately scary situation. I have always felt blessed to have my horses. It is my thing alone. There are so many other things I hope to do, once Nicholas goes to college. Although, I must admit, I am not rushing that. Enjoy your "me" time.
Unknown said…
"You go girl"! You definitely have what it takes to be a great librarian? Thanks for letting me follow you.
Anonymous said…
i learned what "blackboard" is tonight! and i don't mean the kind you write on with chalk.

julie
Unknown said…
enjoy every moment - you deserve it.

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