The first time I had to ride the bus to school on a daily basis was when I was a freshman in High School. I dreaded the whole idea and I can’t say it ever got to be great. My only consolation was that one of my best friends, Leslie, had to ride the bus too and was on my route. We also got to school early enough to get last minute homework done. Our bus driver, Mr. Bachmeier, was known for speed, and making kids sick traveling the curvy, Boulder Canyon road. Most of my bus memories consist of me running down the gravel road with a backpack and some sort of athletic bag, which in the spring time was a bag of golf clubs. To Bachy’s (as we affectionately called him) credit, if he saw me, he would slam on the breaks and I would breathlessly thank him for stopping. There was more than one occasion that I missed the bus entirely and that never boded well either. Not exactly good times.
One of the highlights of the move to the new house, for Bailey, was that she was going to be able to ride the bus. We had filled out the proper paper work in May and Bailey was thrilled to get her bus number in the mail right before school started. Nate and I put our foot down about riding the bus to school, that is Daddy’s time, but on that first day of 2nd grade she could ride it home.
Bailey skipped off that bus the first day of school beaming like a ray of sunshine. She couldn’t stop talking about how great that bus was and all the friends that ride it. It was THE highlight of the whole day. Bailey has been riding it home ever since. I think it is partly getting to spend more time with friends and partly stretching her independence that makes the bust attractive to her. She even walks down the street to our house all by herself on occasion. Although, she has come to find it isn’t so bad having her loving mom, sister and dog walk her home either.
This kid continues to surprise and impress me with how much more brave she is than I ever was at that age! We are so proud of you Bailey Girl!