This month, it is over. The childhood which, for my children, began 18+ and 20+ years ago is officially over by the end of this month.
Their childhood will not be ended because I'm forcing them out into the street. It will not be ended because the state says they've suddenly reached the age of accountability. No, it will end because, quite literally, a chapter of their life is closing.
This month the latest Harry Potter book will be released. I read them the first two or three aloud - the voices fun to perform, the names easy to distort. They soon outgrew that, impatient with my slow progress, and began to devour each book within days of its release. My daughter - an adult in most ways - was incensed at, and saddened by, Dumbledore's treatment in the last installment. They have grown up with Harry.
For them, this last installment will likely signal an end of childhood. It does for me. And now truly curious bit is revealed: what does Harry Potter, and their generation, do once the series that brought them into adulthood is done?