I’ve been driving you to school and picking you up after school for the past week, little one, as Mommy remains at home on bed rest. Though this has created many problems for me in terms of getting my lessons and materials ready for the school day, I’m actually surprisingly pleased that I have been temporarily assigned this duty.
Before Mommy’s doctor-ordered bed rest, the drop off and the pick up procedures were mysteries to me, and to be honest, they were a little frightening as well. I had heard stories of your tantrums and fits of crying upon being left at the doors of your classroom. I knew about mornings when Mommy was forced to scrape you off the floor of the living room and drag you to the car under fits of protest.
I had no idea how any of it would go for me. You tend to reject change at every turn. But honestly, little one, it could not have gone better. Fortunately, you have yet to erupt into a crying fit or tantrum for me. Instead, you have been shockingly agreeable and compliant most of the time, but the part that has surprised me the most has been the in between time that we spend in the car. The conversations that we have to and from school are amazing. Stories about your day at school, your plans for the week, the books that you are reading, and the songs that you have just learned. Yesterday you read a book to me on the way to school, reciting each page by memory, and I can’t remember a better fifteen minutes that I have ever spent in a car.
Life will become decidedly easier for me when Mommy can resume her drop off and pick up duties, little one, but my mornings and afternoon will also become a little less fun for me as well.
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