Off she goes

I was hoping for a smiling photo of my daughter standing on the steps of the bus on her first day of school. But, um, this is what I got.

C was a little excited. As the bus turned the corner onto our street, all three girls started shrieking and jumping up and down. Remember Fantasy Island? I had a little TV flashback as I heard the three of them screaming, "Da bus! Da bus!"

I barely snuck in a hug before the door opened and she ran onto the bus with a backward, "Bye Mom" and a big hello for the bus driver.

I know that I should be pleased that she's enthusiastic about school, that she's confident and doesn't need me to walk her to her room. As a Mom, I wanted to do this, but she declined and I respect that.

It's given me a refreshing insight into my life and my relationship with my two younger girls. It won't be so long before they're off on the bus. I'm going to relish this time at home with them. And I'm going to try to remember this the next time I think, "Oh why did I quit my job? They're driving me crazy..."