Last Friday Paul rode the bus home for the first time.
All school year I have been dropping him off and picking him up.
I've been noticing how every afternoon I get home from picking Paul up at the SAME EXACT time the school kids are being let off of the bus in the neighborhood. With the gas prizes like they are and the fact that I have to drag Anna out of bed, waking her up from her nap in order to get to the pick up line, I decided that Paul riding the bus home would be a better option.
I, being the mother, was naturally a bit worried about him riding the bus. You hear all the horror stories about the bus.
All this week we have dropped him off at school in the morning and the bus has brought him home in the afternoon.
He LOVES it!
He gets to sit with his best friends from school and church while I get to let Anna sleep.
When he gets home we get to have Paul and Mommy time since Anna is napping.
It is wonderful!
We get an hour of uninterrupted mother-son chit chat about his day and my day as we share a snack.
These years are going by so fast, they really are.
I can't even believe Paul is going to be 7 this summer.
As I watched him climb off of the bus it was as if, for the first time, I was realizing he was a kindergartener.
Last night as we tucked Paul into bed he asked if he could climb into our bed in the middle of the night to snuggle with me for a little bit. "I just love you mom. I want to snuggle up with you for a little while."
At around midnight I had Roger carry a sleeping Paul into our bed. I snuggled up to that sweet boy and whispered in his sleeping ear how much I adore him.
I don't think he woke up fully enough to remember our snuggle time but I will certainly never forget it.
On Monday we allowed Paul to stay up late to watch the national championship basketball game as we cheered on our Kentucky Wildcats. It was a WONDERFUL mother-son bonding experiance. He got so excited every single time Kentucky got a point, jumping up, fist pumping the air, and giving me a high five.
We jumped and cheered and high fived until a little after 10pm. That's when Paul, being a very responsible kid, said "Mom I have GOT to go to bed. I have school in the morning and I am tired." I stayed up until after 11pm watching the rest of the game, missing my little cheering buddy.