Yes, I was that momma… living a mere 4 miles from the school but insisted on driving every single bloody lovin’ day to the elementary school just to end up being stuck behind the vehicle I dreaded the most. I stood patiently with all the other crazies, including the ones with cute travel mugs filled with a mystery potion all waiting for the ringing of the school bells. I finally gave in to my kids cries and anguish. They boarded the bus with excitement and against my better judgement (ie my life as i knew it was over)….FAST FORWARD NINE YEARS…
There are no more early runs to the “stop” or strange neighborhood kids back flipping off the old oak tree. Some of our best morning conversations came from the minutes to the bus. A short chat and usually ended in a great life lesson. Ultimately they survived that bus ride along with hot lunch, staying after school for some “important” meeting, eventually driving themselves and all unscathed. SCHOOL IS BACK IN SESSION…
Please remember as you jet off to your important 9 to 5 job, all ironed polished in your clean SUV that although the sleeve of Ritz are no longer visible, children are everywhere. Don’t scurry around the slow moving yellow submarine carrying precious cargo. Do remember that behind every overfilled pencil box of dull crayons, handmade lunch or snackables purchased at the local convenience, there is a momma attached. A momma that loses sleep even now, all knowing that she has raised decent, happy, law abiding young adults. This is the same momma that will still, to this day, blame herself first before all others should anything great or small hurt her babies. Mommaland is the most valuable, ongoing profession that one will never receive enough credit for but will always take the heat should their kid make a lousy decision.