Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Because he was embarrassed at the idea of mom coming down to the bus stop, he insisted I wait in the driveway until the bus came. As a bus pulled up, I saw the middle school children getting on and I thought that this was his bus.
“Luke! That is your bus. Get on it!” I yelled from the driveway. He looked back at me and dutifully followed orders and boarded with the big kids. As soon as the door of the bus closed I realized my mistake. There was another bus almost directly behind that bus which was the one he was supposed to be on.
I tore down the hill and ran to the bus driver. “My son got on the wrong bus and it is going to the middle school! Can you stop it?” I was panicked. It was the second day of school and his first time on the bus. Fortunately, the bus driver was wonderful and radioed the dispatcher to let him know what happened. I was thinking too. I ran inside and called my next door neighbor whose son takes that bus.
“Do you have Griffin’s cell phone number? Luke got on his bus by mistake.”
“Sure, but he may not answer.” She replied. I hung up and called his cell immediately.
“Griffin, this is Mrs. Egan, Luke got on your bus by mistake. Can you find him?”
“But I don’t think he got on.” He replied. “Oh, no he is here, Do you want to talk to the bus driver?”
He handed the phone to the driver and I tried to figure out where I could get Luke to get off of the bus. I jumped in my car as the phone rang. It was the dispatcher.
“Sorry Mrs. Egan, you will have to drive to the middle school to pick him up.” Great, now he was going to be late on top of everything. I drove as fast as I could to try to intercept the bus. Finally, I saw it drive by on the street in front of me as it pulled into the parking lot of the middle school. I saw my sweet little son sitting in front waiting until all of the children had disembarked. I waved to him, he saw me and came rushing over.
“Great mom, you just embarrassed me in front of about one hundred kids and now I am late for school.” He complained, but only a little bit.
“Well how was the middle school bus?” I asked.
“It was okay. The kids are all really loud.” He replied.
With that I looked at him and thought, “He really is okay.” What a huge relief. I was proud of him for putting it all in perspective. The experience could have been frightening but he didn’t seem scared, in fact he seemed a little bit amused. Good for him, I thought, he has been through scarier things and has come out the other side. Maybe, just maybe, we can all learn a lesson from that.