the bus

today was the first day that the little dude was able to ride the bus home from school. i was a little worried (ok, a lot worried) about how he would do. he was super excited about it, but i know thinking about riding a bus is a lot different than actually riding a bus. knowing that he had never been in any sort of vehicle bigger than our family car, i knew it might be overwhelming for him. plus, they had to do a transfer at a different school onto a different bus and i thought it might be a little scary for him to be shuffled around.



the baby and i sat on the front porch and waited for the bus to arrive. here's the view of it coming down the street from the porch.



the bus stopped in front of the house. waiting for the doors to open to see how the ride was.


it took him forever to get to the front. he must have been way in the back, and the driver had to call his name a couple times. i still couldn't tell here how it had gone. no real eye contact to give me an idea.



when i saw this little smile i was hopeful. although as soon as i snapped this picture and looked out from behind the viewfinder i knew there was something in those eyes. i'll spare you the photo after this one. the eyes say it all. the waterworks started and i held him on the front porch trying to coax it out of him what went wrong. he didn't want to say much but from what i gathered he was just scared and didn't know where he was or where they were taking him. i tried my best to prepare him for the experience, but there's nothing like the real thing. i'm hoping that tomorrow will be better now that he knows what to expect. the mommy in me just wants to go pick him up from school, but i know that's not the right thing to do. he'll ride the bus again tomorrow and i'll wait on the porch hoping for a real smile this time.