By 3:15, I sit by the front window to keep an eye out for Garrett.
The school bus usually brings him home around 3:20.
3:25 came & I reminded myself to ask him how his school pictures went today.
3:30 came & I knew he’d be home any minute now.
3:35 came & I thought, “That’s odd.”
3:40 came & I realized I was holding my breath.
3:45 came & I remembered that this was the latest the bus ever came. And when that happened they called me so I wouldn’t worry.
3:50 came & the thought I kept trying to push aside crept up to the surface – “What if he was in an accident?”
3:52 came & the bus finally pulled up.
I can’t even begin to tell you how relieved I was! I kept thinking that I should call the bus company to see if everything was okay, but I couldn’t leave the window.
Turns out his usual bus driver wasn’t able to do her afternoon shift, so another woman drove him home. She apologized for being late & said she made a few wrong turns. I told her I understood & made my way to his seat. I was just anxious to get my arms around him.
As I’m writing this, I can’t help but wonder how it’s going to be around 10 years from now -
If I’m this worried about a bus coming a half hour late, imagine how I’ll be when the kids have their license and they’re not home on time…
