|The Bus Stop Crew|
|Lunch box love notes begin!|
Of course, I was the creeper that needed to drive past the school to see if I could see him get off the bus. I know, I know, slight parenting fail. I ran the idea past Gammy and Auntie B. They both seemed to be on board especially since I was driving to work anyway. There were some parents loitering around but I didn't want to intrude on his big day. Kindergarten is a huge independent step that I have been preparing him for the entire summer, the entire year really. We had talked about it endlessly. Towards the end of the summer, we had "learning time" every day going over the basics and counting down on the calendar. I wanted him to be able to take that step by himself and allow him to get the self satisfaction that he could, will, and did do it by himself. So, I was the creep in the car. I was late to work and I didn't see him.
Then the waiting. Ohhhh the waiting. The longest 6 hours of my life.
We congregated at the bus stop extra early, all of us anxious to see how the first day went for our tribe. The first bus comes and one out of the five get off. One of the mothers jumps on the bus to check the seats but they're not on that one. Rumors abound. About 10 minutes later the next bus comes, three more come off. Great. Of course the last kid missing is my kid. I waited for another 3 minutes and decided to call the school. I was still pretty calm at this point. Maybe another bus was coming. First day mess ups and all. No big deal. So when I finally get in touch with the school and their response was "OK, He's on a bus we are just not sure which one. We're going to find him and call you right back." FIND HIM. As in they LOST HIM. On his first day of Kindergarten. Total insanity. After some bus radio contact and a few phone calls from his teacher, Wyatt was found on a bus going in the complete opposite direction. Turns out they had our address as Court instead of Lane. Simple computer error that cost Wyatt an extra hour on the bus and me a whole lot of vaguely veiled panic.
Wyatt was definitely miffed when he got home. He stared me down "Mom! They put me on the wrong bus!! I had to ride it all by myself." Thankfully our neighbor Chris with his daughter Gwen (they sit everyday together now, so cute) waited with me for Wyatt on their awesome quad. Just as expected, as soon as Wyatt saw the quad, he quickly forgot about his solo bus ride. After several calls to the school, I got the bus situation sorted. Wyatt asked about twelve times if they were going to loose him again. After much assurance, he agreed to have another try the next day. I was and still am so proud of him for marching on the bus without hesitation the next morning. That could have been pretty traumatizing for any kid. Especially after finding out that they tried to make him get OFF the WRONG bus on the other side of town. I was told that he, very politely, informed the bus driver that was not where he lived. He is such a smart, self- reliant little man.
The first few days were a little rough. He went. He was happy. But he didn't have much good to say about it. He said that the bus ride is his favorite, which is a slight miracle. He said there is a lot of paperwork and focusing. He said that his teacher is a little loud (understandably plus she does have a big personality). He said he couldn't remember anyone else's names. Or who he sat next to at lunch. Or if he even ate lunch or just threw it out. Very tight lipped my little one is. Funny part is when we went to a Welcome to School Picnic a week later, he was like the mayor. Rolled down our car windows and was shouting names and hellos as we drove past. Its just an adjustment period. Everyday is getting easier for him and I couldn't be prouder of the little academic he is becoming.
|Next Day Smiles|