I drive a small school bus. On one of the morning runs, I transport seven pre-school and kindergarten children who live in a very large district. These little guys are on the bus for close to an hour! I definitely needed a bus aide, so I enlisted the help of my daughter, Mary. She's doing an accelerated Masters of Education degree, k-6. She's swamped with heavy course work now, plus observes at three different elementary schools but badly needs pocket money. So this quick little job is a perfect solution for both of us.
The kids are enrolled in two developmental classes. Joseph is autistic, can be very excitable, holding Mary's hand soothes him.. Little Maddy likes to recite her favorite picture book stories over and over, she knows them all by heart. Mary does now too, since Maddy assigns her every other line to say. Janvi is non verbal, but very vocal. Mary listens attentively, attuned to every outcry, ready to respond to slight changes in tone. Teeni is a gossip and Mary is her best friend on the bus, they catch up with each other. Teeni wants to know everything, with details! The other three are rough and tumble boys, all good buddies. They mostly need seat belts latched, shoes tied, noses wiped, back packs secured, and snowy hats and mittens and lunches rescued from under seats. Trust me, this is one bustling bus ride! Attention must be paid!
What I want to share is what I saw this morning at a red light stop. In my overhead mirror, I saw my daughter's face and, simply put, I saw the face of joy. She was loving every minute of it. And I knew then what is so good for every mother to know. My daughter is on the road to exactly where she belongs.