Steve and I walked him to the bus stop and loaded him onto his bus. Steve then became convinced that Wm was freaked out and wept the whole way home. We drove to the school for the meeting with the principal and PTA. We covertly watched Wm get off the bus - he seemed fine, so Steve was happy. Then, I had to pee, and upon emerging from the bathroom, I discovered Wm standing outside his classroom, crying. I went over to him and he launched himself at me and clung with all his might, crying, "I was lost! I didn't know where to go! I was so scared!" So I showed him he was standing right in front of his classroom and the woman standing in front of the door was Mrs. Couch. I got him settled down and into the classroom. But he did not look happy. This threw Steve, and now me, into all sorts of panic.
Around noon, I get a call from Mrs. Couch. I about wet myself. But she was just calling to confirm that we did not want latchkey and there would be someone at the bus stop to greet Wm at the end of the day (which I thought was nice). I asked her how his day was going and she said he was doing very well, was a great listener (really?), and was calmed down...though occasionally she said he seemed "stressed." But she promised all the kids were. Steve and I felt much better.
Then I went to pick Wm up at the bus stop...only the bus didn't come and didn't come. I was the only parent there...I started to get nervous. When it was 10 minutes late, I started to get much more nervous. I started to think maybe I was in the wrong place. Or something. After 15 minutes, I flew into a full scale freak out and called the school (I was afraid to go home to get his bus schedule in case it came, but felt trapped in the wrong location). While I was having a psychotic breakdown in the ear of the school secretary, the bus pulled up. But Wm didn't get off. I leapt onto the and screamed, "WHERE IS MY SON!?!?!?!" Then his little head popped up (thank god he's too young to be totally embarrassed by his mom). He was just chillaxin' in the back, no idea they'd reached his stop. I didn't stop shaking the whole way home.
Wm however, told me he had a great day, loves kindergarten, was SO brave, and even made a cool paper hat to wear (which he modeled for me). So, he is happy as a clam, full of energy, and rarin' to go. And I am barely conscious.
At the bus stop
Cool stylin'
Yes. He is that cute.
Walking off into the sunrise.
The Face of Fear
Lookin' happy!
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