Trauma #1- I told her the wrong bus to ride home the very first day. I assumed that she'd be riding the same bus home as her little friend that lived a country block away from where we were living. Um, oops! There are actually three different buses that come to Osgood after school and that's not the right one! I'm waiting outside from her and see the bus go flying by. I end up getting a phone call from the school saying that she's at the friend's house I told her to ride with! Thankfully her mom and I are good friends. Not too much harm done, right? Oh was I wrong!
Trauma #2- So she finally gets on the right bus, (the rhino bus) and after much coaxing does have the courage to ride it home to the little house. I see the bus stop but can't find Parker! She's running back and forth between the front and back door while I'm at the opposite end of the house that she's at. She's crying because she thinks we're not there. This is just a small hiccup!
Trauma #3- We move into our new house, which means new buses. Well, Parker is so terrified of the ride home that she's relieved to hear that the district is "getting the route figured out" and "we'd have to pick her up for about a week." Morning was great-same driver, new stop, it's all good. Well, the afternoon bus happens to be the rhino bus again, and I think there's an issue with the driver because Parker is scared to death of her! The week goes by and day 1 of riding the bus comes along. She is scared, but does okay.
Trauma #4- On the way home, THE BUS DRIVER DOESN'T KNOW SHE'S ON THE BUS AND FORGETS TO STOP AND DROP HER OFF!!! She is the very last one off of the bus- 35 minutes later than usual and is trying not to be frantic as she walks up the steps to come into the house. She said, "The bus driver forgot me! She was writing in her journal!" Oh, Parker. Tears and tears and more tears.
Trauma #5- Day 1 of the "the sub". Huge anxiety and fear on the morning route. I said, "she knows where the school is! That's where she's taking you!" Day 2- It is foggy and she totally passes our house, causing me to chase after her, flagging her down! She finally stopped by about my grandma's house and by now Parker is...well, let's say SHAKEN!
So, there is a huge break in the ride home because of parent teacher conferences/no school. Today is the first day back on the bus ride home.
How thankful I am for a daughter who believes in priesthood blessings. She came to her dad on Saturday night, (the anxiety of Monday is starting to build) and asks him for a blessing so she won't be nervous riding the bus home.
"TODAY IS A NEW DAY!" I really hope that trauma #5 is the last for her.....but I'm not holding my breath!



