Nellie has found she loves the bus now. She goes outside and stands looking in the direction her bus comes from. She says: Where bus go? I say: It's coming. She stands a moment longer: Where bus go? Me: It'll be here soon. This conversation goes on for five or ten minutes before the bus pulls up. She hears it before she sees it. Nellie: Bus. Me: There it is.
Nellie climbs the stairs always stopping to look back at me. It's as if she is waiting for me to go with her. She climbs into her car seat (The bus aide can't lift her. Most people can't). Her sisters run along the side of the bus waving as it pulls off and Nellie just stares at them. I know she'd rather be going on their bus with them, but that will be a few more years.
I'm so proud she's been doing so well about going to school. It's been harder on me than her. To be honest I wish I was on that bus beside her, but as I've been told it was time for her to go off and learn.
Nellie climbs the stairs always stopping to look back at me. It's as if she is waiting for me to go with her. She climbs into her car seat (The bus aide can't lift her. Most people can't). Her sisters run along the side of the bus waving as it pulls off and Nellie just stares at them. I know she'd rather be going on their bus with them, but that will be a few more years.
I'm so proud she's been doing so well about going to school. It's been harder on me than her. To be honest I wish I was on that bus beside her, but as I've been told it was time for her to go off and learn.
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