The summer re-cap is to follow, but — for now — here's a picture worth a thousand words. It's also been 1,825 days coming. Sam's been a "drop-off" kid at CHCCC/CHPS since September 2006. Today, he became a "bus kid." He climbed aboard at 8:44 this morning, and I'll meet him back there at 3:35 this afternoon. That's the new world order every day but Wednesday, which will be (at his request) his day to connect with child care friends.
We've all been looking forward to this day for years ("When can I be a bus kid?" was a common refrain when he was wiped out by the 9 hour+ days at school). Still, change is hard. When he woke up this morning, Sam placed a hand on his chest and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable here" — nervous about riding the bus and finding the right one after school. But it'll be old hat for him by this time next week. I know the extra time at home will be good for him—especially in the dead of winter, when coming home from school in the dark feels so wrong. It's a bit of a leap for us, this work-from-home plan of mine, but I've got a really good feeling about it.
First day of grade 3. First day of my new working life. Happy, happy day.
