I had decided that I would not follow the bus ... I didn't want to be that "overly protective mom who can't let go" ... so I told the teacher I'd come up to school after the bus dropped the kids off and Allie had some time to settle in and meet the other children. Much to my dismay, when I got to school my daughter was not there! I was mortified, terrified, sick to my stomach, scared, angry ... everything! My daughter had been taken to the wrong school and dropped off. My 23 pound itty bitty, non-verbal precious baby girl ... oh how horrified I was for her! Shortly after my arrival, another bus brought my baby to school ... one and a half hours later ... still sobbing. But, God works in wonderful ways as I was there to hold her when she got off of that bus. Can you even begin to imagine how terrifying that was for her? She calmed down quickly and we walked up to her classroom. Her teacher and classroom aide are truly wonderful women and they quickly introduced Allie and included her in the routine of the class. All of a sudden I no longer existed and Allie was surrounded by her new little friends, playdough and music. It was as if everything that had just happened was history for her ...
She made it home early this afternoon ... happy, giggling and chattering about something and telling me that she "Go cool!! I da bus!" So today my baby became a big girl. Four down, one to go.
Until tomorrow,
Kathy
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