The Bus (again!)

Kindergarten: the Bus ride take two. The big yellow bus stopped in front of our driveway, opened its doors and the cousins waved at Aidan, again. And Aidan? He melted down in hysterics, again. Chris tried to nudge him up the stairs of the bus, but Aidan just screamed louder and grabbed at me. As we were about to concede parental defeat and just drive the boy to school again, the bus driver told Chris to carry him onto the bus and put him in the seat. And so he did. Chris picked Aidan up and carried him, crying and screaming, to the front seat of the bus. Chris sat Aidan down in the seat and our cousin Liam immediately sat down right next to Aidan, thereby preventing Aidan from leaving his seat.

Chris ran off the bus. The bus driver smiled at us, waved and said, “He’ll be fine.” I could still hear Aidan crying as the bus driver shut the bus doors. My son, the kindergartner, restrained and hysterical, off to his second day of school.

Chris followed the bus to school in his car in order to reassure us both that Aidan would be okay. Aidan was fine, of course. He hopped off the bus, laughing, content to stride into school among a sea of his cousins. As he passed Chris, he grinned and slapped him a high five.

Sigh. While Chris drove to Aidan’s school, I had to go in and get the other two munchkins off to their school. Brennan dissolved into a fit of tears when he found out he had to leave for the day. At first I thought he was sad to be away from me, but then I knew better. Brennan just loved having the house, Aidan’s toys and Aidan’s room all to himself. God bless that middle child.

Tonight I have my very first parent association night. I have to confess to a bit of nervousness myself. The other mothers scare me. I have a feeling they would never let their nine month old eat rice off the floor (I did yesterday) or lose their car in a parking lot (two days ago) or put carrots in the freezer instead of the fridge (last night.) It's going to be a long night.