Mom Has Her First Epiphany

There’s a lot to be anxious about these days, what with August looming and the end of our Early Intervention years. I’m in the midst of completing IEP paperwork, so this is utmost in my mind tonight. There are diagnoses and new terms being bandied about. There is talk that a little yellow school bus (well, two) will be pulling up to our house and that I will actually let my boys board them without me, off to a pretty lengthy school day. Lengthy for, hello, a three-year-old. I am also told that they will come to love this part of their day, the school bus pulling up, the very RIDE itself. I can’t fathom their days away from me for that long. If I dwell and try to visualize what our typical day will look like (I gently wake them up, feed them a hearty breakfast, help them get dressed, beep-beep, up on the bus, wave goodbye with a tear in my eye…mom all alone…? mom all alone?!), I feel something akin to both panic and glee. How will they manage without their mother? What will I do with all this time!


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  • I can still remember the first time I put Roo on the bus. It was hard and I did cry of course, so did he. Then he did love it. He still does love it now. He runs to the bus and greets his driver, “Hi Sue”, every morning.

    It is not an easy transition. But really it is much harder on us moms then it is on the kids. I know that people say that, but it really is true. You will find plenty of things to do with your day, time flies. It is always fun to greet them getting off the bus in the afternoon too. I remember Roo falling asleep on the way home often when he was younger. It is a long day for a three year old, but really what they need.

  • Oliver rode that bus for just six months right after he turned 3(we pulled him out to keep him at home) and he LOVED it. I do think it was the best part of his day. To this day he lights up when he sees the buses dropping the other kids off on the street.

  • I didn’t think I could put mine on the bus either. [as I turned out I couldn’t, but that’s another story] Don’t make the mistake I made = volunteer at the school for everything possible = theoretical free time evaporates.
    As for real time, I think you may find that you have approximately 4 years worth of mamograms, eye tests, dentist checks, and so on, to catch up with.

  • I know this feeling all too well, especially the tears in the eyes part but now it is okay because he is only gone for a couple of hours. I still have mixed emotions when he boards the bus and I suppose that it may never change, who knows? Wishing you the best, Take care.

  • I remember that day clearly. I wish I could come up with the words to make it less scary.

    Here is what I did to make myself (and JP?) feel better about it. I made a social story with pictures of home, the school van, his teachers and things like letters, numbers and crayons. It was very simple.

    It said something like…In the morning, the school van comes to JP’s house to take JP to school with Mrs. C. There he will have fun playing with crayons and practicing his numbers and letters. (He loved letters and numbers so this was a big reinforcer for him). Then the van comes to the school to bring JP back home to mommy! I sent him to school clutching that social story. It made me feel better anyway…

    Nearly 3 years later…JP greets his van driver and waves goodbye with a smile on his face. You’ll get through it!

  • I know the feeling. But….now begins the time to take care of you too! I am a mad women when the boys are at school. I get all my appointments done, I get my computer work done, house cleaning, quite time, meditation, and of course the mamograms as mcewen pointed out. You will be even more energized to be their mommy when the little yellow bus rolls back home to greet them in your arms. They will be better for it and so will you. As others said though, keep close to their program by volunteering. Keep an eye on how they buckle them in, and don’t be afraid to show the driver how to do it your correct way!!! I started off on the wrong foot with our driver this year because I insisted on a real booster seat (even though he is 5 and could have used it), not those little half seat across the lap things. He wasn’t real happy with me, and now we are best buds, even exchanging recipes!!


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