I was not prepared for this one. He seemed so small next to all the other kids waiting in line to get on the bus. But he was oh so excited. Peter insisted on wearing his backpack too.
This is the moment my eyes started to well up . . . taking this picture of my baby boy sitting on the bus.
Then, I jumped in the car and followed the bus to school. I'm not proud of it, but I couldn't help myself. I had to make sure that he made it alright and found the place where the kindergartners line up.
So I sat in my car in the school parking and watched him get off the bus. I can't believe I'm admitting to being that parent. But I did and I watched him get confused for a moment. And I watched two of our wonderful neighbors help him figure out where he was supposed to go. At that point, I lost it. I was weepy the entire way home. I blame the extra hormones coursing through my system, but I shouldn't. I would probably have reacted the same without them.
I was ridiculously excited for the bus to come drop him off after school. I sat out on the front porch 20 minutes early, not wanting to miss seeing the bus drive up the road. Are you proud of me for not driving to the school and following the bus home? I almost did it.
Charlie loved this part of his day. I'm so grateful to the sweet bus drivers who put up with my picture taking and smiled the whole time, understanding in their eyes.
Now I'm going to go make cookies for the neighbor kids who helped him find his kindergarten line.
4 comments:
Yay, you survived it! And you are braver than I am!
I was so happy to see you that day. What a big day for a mommy!
So, I totally read a post on facebook from our neighbor who did the exact same thing when her kids were in school. The only difference is that she did it for like a week. I would have done the same thing!
hey, there is NOTHING wrong with being "that" mom! you are awesome! and man, your boys are cute!!!!
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