Days before kindergarten started, I was having major second thoughts about sending Lily on the school bus. Last spring it seemed like a fantastic idea, but the closer the day came, the larger my list of cons grew: Does any good really come from riding the bus? Was it just lazy of me to depend on it rather than drive her myself? Fifth graders ride that bus– I shuddered to think of the things she could pick up riding along side those hoodlums. She just seemed so small to ride something so big. But, she begged and pleaded and I gave in. And from the very first day,* I have been head over heels in love.
Seriously, that yellow school bus is like, the best thing ever. It arrives ten paces from our door to transports her back to the same spot six hours later. It comes at a generous 8:50, allowing my night owl daughter to sleep in until almost eight. She loves meeting her classmates at the corner and it’s even allowed my usual hermit self to meet some new neighbors. Not to mention that waiting for her is the highlight of her brother’s days. And the fact that this time and energy saving mode of transportation is free?! It’s nothing short of a miracle. A miracle with a cigarette smelling driver and squeaking wheels. But a miracle, no less.