Day 2 of kindergarten arrived and we have acquired a new bus stop escort...our poor,
beleaguered, attention-starved cat. He led
us all the way down the street and to the corner. The Girl took her place in line sandwiched between the four boys at our bus stop. The little
guy in front of her is in her class. It's surreal to see her looking so big, yet still so small, boarding the bus. Off to school and completely
independent of me...if only for a few hours. And I know that as she sits on the bus, a seat to herself, watching Little Sister and I through the bus window
that she wholly embraces that independence. That recognition makes it easier for me to watch her go, that and the knowledge that I still have one (and soon to be two) little at home to keep me company. That and a personal escort.
Day 2 of kindergarten arrived and we have acquired a new bus stop escort...our poor, beleaguered, attention-starved cat. He led
us all the way down the street and to the corner. The Girl took her place in line sandwiched between the four boys at our bus stop. The little
guy in front of her is in her class. It's surreal to see her looking so big, yet still so small, boarding the bus. Off to school and completely
independent of me...if only for a few hours. And I know that as she sits on the bus, a seat to herself, watching Little Sister and I through the bus window
that she wholly embraces that independence. That recognition makes it easier for me to watch her go, that and the knowledge that I still have one (and soon to be two) little at home to keep me company. That and a personal escort.
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