Thursday, September 17th 2015
After a year of taking the car to & from school (on account of ClaraJane being too young for the bus), now that she is FOUR the kids are stoked for the SCHOOL BUS. At least this morning they were. Gavin was dressed before I even woke up, and they both got ready in a fraction of the usual time, with none of the usual fuss.
A lovely walk instead of a drive, we wait on these beautiful steps and I find about 100lbs. of children in my lap:
The “Purple Dragon” Bus SWOOPS in, they SPRINT off, I *maybe* catch one of them for a kiss, and boom. That’s it, they’re gone.
It’s 7:05am and it’s SO WEIRD. Granted I’ve been through this before, but not with my latest baby. Sheesh.
Meanwhile I’d coached Gavin repeatedly on the need to be kind and decent to his sister. You know, instead of the default mixture of disdain, disgust, disenchantment. I suspect he will manage -if barely- even though from this photo I can see “chivalrous” is not exactly on the list.
Q: At what age can a Boy start comprehending the concept of being a Gentleman? And could this –would this– practice EVER apply to his SISTER? Hopelessly hopeful moms want to know!