Yesterday, the boys did, what I consider to be, a very very brave thing. They got on to a bus for the first time ever and went to a brand new school. I switched schools several times growing up and I know how intimidating those first few days and weeks can be. Luckily, I always had my sister.

Since we’ve lived in our new home for a couple of months now, their fellow bus-riders included many kids they’ve played with over the summer. I couldn’t believe how fast they dashed away from Brian and I after we did our “first day” pictures on the front porch. They barely waved good-bye as they hopped in line and on to the bus (Brian’s pictures are pretty fuzzy because he couldn’t get over to the stop fast enough).

We were able to drive over to the school, watch them come off the bus, and find their respective teacher’s line near the playground. Logan and Brady either already knew kids in their line or quickly started meeting new people. Aiden looked a bit shaken as he played with his backpack straps and, uncharacteristically, stood still and silent, taking in the scene around him. The teachers started making their way down each line, greeting the new kids in their class.

After the school boy scouts raised the flag, a very brave 5th grader sang the National Anthem, and we all said the Pledge of Allegiance, it was time to march in. I kissed Aiden & Brady and gave Logan a fist bump (which I was planning to do anyway even though Brian intercepted me on the way to his line and said, “don’t even THINK about kissing Logan!”)

I waited patiently all day in my quiet and clean-for-more-than-5-minutes house for them to get home. All the parents along our street stood outside and greeting our kids as they came off the bus in the afternoon. Thankfully, it was all smiles from my three. Phew!! I quizzed them on their days all evening. Despite the fact that they could provide very few actual details, they all said they had fun, liked their teachers and didn’t mind returning again today.

Brave, sweet boys.

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