Day 27 - the final ride

It was a half day and her last day. She really didn't want to go but we agreed that she'd go for the last half of the day so she could bring her personal belongings home. We all went to MOPs and she worked in the toddler room for the morning. When I dropped her off at school I could tell that she was really trying to be brave. We were all waving out the truck windows to her and she didn't want to turn the corner. She didn't want to have a day of saying goodbye to everyone there, not even the teacher. I hope we made the right decision by honoring that. I told her to say goodbye in her head if she didn't want to say it out loud. Sounds strange but I think it helped.

Since the first day of schol we've always gone to the bus stop at 3:30 to pick her up. It's actually something we look forward to and the girls are alway so, so excited when she arrives. As the year progressed her face grew increasingly somber as she stepped off of the bus each day. She also became more critical and even rude to Caroline, and to me. She'd eventually tell the story of the day (someone being mean, hurting her feelings or someone else's). On the good days I'd get the details before the crying or outburst so we could work it out but that didn't always happen.

So on this, her last day, I thought I'd be jumping for joy! I wasn't. My heart felt heavy as the bus approached. I'm still not sure why. It could have been how it was ending or even just the ending itself. I was even beginning to second guess my decision. Only time and prayer will tell now.