First day of School - Number 4/ age 4 going on 14
Bob and I brought Keera to school, although she will be taking the bus from home after today. We said our goodbyes, filled out a form with all the other parents and watched as she immediately started laughing at the boy at her table who was knocking blocks over....she likes the wild ones.
At this point it is important to share that as all the parents filed into watch their children take their seats, a little Indian girl was behind everyone, crying.....some parents (not hers) helped her in and we all became engaged with our children, figuring this girl's parents could not be there and she was sad to be at school. This will come up later on.....
Before we left the kindergarten room, we noticed that Keera did not have a bus number; we were concerned and asked the teacher what to do. She suggested going to the office to straighten that out so that they would know what bus to put Keera on after school.
Upon entering the office, we first encountered the crying Indian girl again. She was being attended to, but apparently, she had been in the morning session and rode the bus until it arrived back at school; no one had let her off at her daycare. She was scared, but they were arranging for her to be picked up and brought to her daycare.
So, anxiety for us and the bus situation started to set in.
The secretary could not contact the department of transportation because they were swamped on the first day of school. I said to the woman, "Well maybe we should just pick her up today, instead of getting her on the bus."
I thought the woman would gladly say, "Okay", just to get us out of her hair.
To the contrary, her comment was, "She's either on bus 30 or 48 and we never lose students, we just misplace them."
At this point the anxiety was creeping into the red zone, at least for me. Keera didn't have a bus number, this poor little soul sitting behind us had been "misplaced" by the bus, and the school is okay with the fact that they don't lose children, they just misplace them.
The secretary called the bus company directly and received a bus number for Keera. She assured us she would get Keera on that bus. As confident as I was in this woman at this point - NOT - we did decide to allow Keera to take the bus. I crossed my fingers and obsessed about it until 3:30.
At 3:30, as all of us sat on the front steps waiting for Keera to come home, I spotted a bus crawling down the road. I ran out to the road (a whole like 6 feet). The bus stopped, and the bus door opened. The bus driver said, "This is my first stop." I held my breath....I saw a girl with curly blond hair stand up and I started to panic...then my little Keera appeared-standing at the top of the steps. She sauntered down the stairs, as I grabbed her in my arms, asking her about her day.
"How embarassing," I heard from behind me. (Okay-her brothers and sisters love her enough to be outside to greet her, but are still embarrassed by mom celebrating her arrival.)
"I loved it!" She said.
Hallelujah.....we are all back....we are all content....we are all in one piece and no one is misplaced.
At this point it is important to share that as all the parents filed into watch their children take their seats, a little Indian girl was behind everyone, crying.....some parents (not hers) helped her in and we all became engaged with our children, figuring this girl's parents could not be there and she was sad to be at school. This will come up later on.....
Before we left the kindergarten room, we noticed that Keera did not have a bus number; we were concerned and asked the teacher what to do. She suggested going to the office to straighten that out so that they would know what bus to put Keera on after school.
Upon entering the office, we first encountered the crying Indian girl again. She was being attended to, but apparently, she had been in the morning session and rode the bus until it arrived back at school; no one had let her off at her daycare. She was scared, but they were arranging for her to be picked up and brought to her daycare.
So, anxiety for us and the bus situation started to set in.
The secretary could not contact the department of transportation because they were swamped on the first day of school. I said to the woman, "Well maybe we should just pick her up today, instead of getting her on the bus."
I thought the woman would gladly say, "Okay", just to get us out of her hair.
To the contrary, her comment was, "She's either on bus 30 or 48 and we never lose students, we just misplace them."
At this point the anxiety was creeping into the red zone, at least for me. Keera didn't have a bus number, this poor little soul sitting behind us had been "misplaced" by the bus, and the school is okay with the fact that they don't lose children, they just misplace them.
The secretary called the bus company directly and received a bus number for Keera. She assured us she would get Keera on that bus. As confident as I was in this woman at this point - NOT - we did decide to allow Keera to take the bus. I crossed my fingers and obsessed about it until 3:30.
At 3:30, as all of us sat on the front steps waiting for Keera to come home, I spotted a bus crawling down the road. I ran out to the road (a whole like 6 feet). The bus stopped, and the bus door opened. The bus driver said, "This is my first stop." I held my breath....I saw a girl with curly blond hair stand up and I started to panic...then my little Keera appeared-standing at the top of the steps. She sauntered down the stairs, as I grabbed her in my arms, asking her about her day.
"How embarassing," I heard from behind me. (Okay-her brothers and sisters love her enough to be outside to greet her, but are still embarrassed by mom celebrating her arrival.)
"I loved it!" She said.
Hallelujah.....we are all back....we are all content....we are all in one piece and no one is misplaced.
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