Yesterday morning, my 4 year old and i, walked to the end of the culdesac to wait for the bus to pick him up. He was ecstatic.
"Look Mommy Birds" and "Look Mommy you found a plane!" "come on mommy, let's find the bus!"
finally the bus came, he climbed right on and his new bus driver showed him where to sit, put his seatbelt on and went and strapped herself in.
He said "Come on Mommy! the bus is here it's time to go" and I had to respond with "This is a bus just for kids honey, I'll see you when you get home from school. I'll wait right here"
with this fake bright and cheery smile. the look on his face when he realized that i wasn't going with him... well, it made me very sad. As soon as the bus was was out of sight i cried my way home. i sat here with my cell phone in one hand and the house phone in the other all day, waiting from a call from the school saying something happened.
Finally at 2:00 i went back to wait for the bus. The bus driver drove up, handed me his things, said "Bye Cristopher, see you tomorrow!" he said "Bye Nicki!" and we went home.
Apparently all of my stress and worry were for naught. His teacher sent a note home with him saying he had a great day. That she couldn't wait to see him tomorrow.
He kept trying to leave and take the bus again last night. I guess he had a successful first day of school.