The Wheels on the Bus

For 2 years now, Brooklyn has been wanting to ride the school bus.  The bus stop is literally in front of our house and all last year she would run to the window and watch the kids get on the bus.  All summer long she kept asking me, "Mommy, when do I get to ride the bus?"  I was hesitant to let her.  Growing up in Southern California, there was no bus to school.  You either walked, road your bike or your mom took you.  That was it.  Brian on the other hand grew up riding the bus to school in Indiana, so for him it was no big deal to let her ride the bus.  Mama, on the other hand, had a rough time letting her go.

I didn't cry at all last week, when I took her to school and into her classroom.  Today, however, was a different story.  I watched her get on the bus and the tears came.  I got into the house and just cried.  I realized for the first time that she was a big girl now and this was the first step towards independence.  Today was also her first full day and I missed my girl.  Sydney missed her sister.  It was rough, but when she got home from school she was so excited to tell me about her day, that it made things alot better.  That and the fact that she found a girl in her class that loved Zhu Zhu pets as much as she did.