School started on Tuesday and left me a little wrecked. My oldest started Kindergarten, and while he went to preschool last year, the school was around the corner and we were able to walk him into his classroom. This year we opted for public school as we are zoned for a fundamental school and felt Boogie would be better served with a larger class and the opportunities this school could provide. He rides the bus. I wasn't opposed to driving him, but was quickly informed by school staff that a lot of kids must be driven due to living outside school limits and that the carpool line took about 40 minutes in total and the pick up line started at 1:30 (school lets out at 3:10). So, the bus it was. We got up Tuesday morning, got through the "maybe I can just start tomorrow, I don't feel to well" (I let him know if he missed school he would have to stay in his room all day, so as not to get his sister sick). He was excited and eager as we walked out the door. His friend met us and we walked to the corner (one house down). All was well until the bus pulled up...He grabbed my leg and begged and pleaded, tears and all, not to make him get on the bus. We tried calming him, and removing him from my leg, Hubby asked the bus driver if we should just put him on, to which the driver replied "I don't know, this is my first day, but I gotta go." Traffic was backing up in both directions and while my heart said to just skip the bus ride and take him to school, my mommy instinct knew that we would be starting all over the following day. So, screaming and crying, Hubby removed him from my leg and carried him onto the bus. I will never forget the look on Boogies face as he pleaded, through the glass window, to not make him go. Tears now running down my face, I waved and blew a kiss and sent my darling baby boy to school. Needless to say, I didn't get the traditional pic of kid getting on bus, but I did take a few before the horrific incident.
He came off the bus unscathed and got on the bus enthusiastically yesterday and today.