Id like to process something that happened the other day.
Before adopting little G this wouldnt have even phased me.
Wouldnt have thought twice....
Something about the "after" causes things to look different.
I am seeing things differently.
I had errands to run.
Basically had a few people to visit.
I havent been out much with little G because she just doesnt handle crowds or stimulation well.
To the naked eye it might seem fine.
But those of us that really know G can see it happen.
It makes me sad.
I am hoping
as time passes
she will mature
and gain coping skills.....
Im off on a rabbit trail.
Back to the other day.....
We had been out visiting and G was doing her best to stay awake in the back seat.
Im only about 2 blocks from home and had to stop.
There was a school bus in front of me.
Didnt think twice about it.
Was chattering away with G and wondered what was taking so long.
No one was getting off....
Then I saw it.
The little blue sticker on the back.
This wasnt just any school bus.
This was the "short bus".
The father climbed out
carring his little one.
My breath was caught in my throat.
would be the bus my little G would ride.
If/When the time comes for G to head off to school
She would ride this bus.....
My child will ride the short bus.
Why does that shock me?
We chose her.....
this is what we wanted.....
This shouldnt come as a surprise.
but I forget.
She is my little G.
There arent any labels.
She is my daughter.