That familiar school bus is making it's way down Old Prairie Creek Road that winds back to our house. If I come home from shopping 4ish, I get behind the bus. It makes half a dozen stops out our way, not too many kids live out our road. They always look like pack mules carrying backpacks, lunchboxes and jackets! Tired little disheveled bodies pour off the bus and run wildly up their driveways or roads. I was a city kid and never rode the school bus. Our daughters did and complained unmercifully about the torture they endured on the bumpy, un~airconditioned buses. There was always a mean driver, or a kid that picked their nose, or just the fact that it came so darn early! I would drive them to the main road where we would wait patiently for the bus to round our curve and stop. We'd listen to the radio and talk. Great talks about friends and feelings, right and wrong, meaningless talk that makes Moms and daughters bond.
Today our GRANDson Ewan starts Kindergarten, his very first day at school. I have a little lump in my throat thinking about it and worrying like all Moms and Grandmothers do about the whole growing up thing. His Mom was in Kindergarten
yesterday 28 years ago. I know how she feels this morning and I know what's ahead for her in the next 13 years. Lots of homework, lots of sleepless nights and lots of joy.