Dear School Bus Driver,
I see you pulling up, and I must admit, my heart races. It’s time for me to share a few truths with you.
Getting my kids ready for school has become one of the most chaotic aspects of my daily life. Like many parents, I face this challenge every morning and, honestly, it’s overwhelming. I’m just one person trying to manage the morning hustle!
My children often fluctuate between two extremes: either they’re taking their sweet time with breakfast, savoring each bite of cereal, or they’re surprisingly calm and ready to go—no meltdowns over socks or shoes. But even on those good days, there’s always the lurking fear of arriving too early.
As parents, we know that even when everything seems to be under control, life has a way of throwing us unexpected hurdles—like a sudden case of pink eye, forgotten school projects, or the bus arriving four minutes ahead of schedule. For me, being “on time” often feels like a precarious balancing act, and I can’t help but feel a sense of impending doom.
Sure, I can imagine other parents telling their kids, “Eat your veggies, or you’ll end up like that frazzled mom over there, frantically trying to catch the bus!” It’s honestly a nightmare scenario I’ve lived through.
I’ve been the frantic mom sprinting across the yard, arms flailing, begging you to “please wait!” And I regret every step of that frantic dash. While I know I should feel embarrassed, I must confess: my bus-related anxiety is hereditary. Remember my mom? When my sisters and I missed the bus, she would have preferred to grow a third arm than drive us into town. Instead, she would race behind the bus like she was in a high-speed chase, honking and waving her arms, wild hair and all. I don’t blame her one bit—managing a bus schedule for multiple kids can drive anyone to the brink.
Sometimes our bus driver would spot us and kindly wait, but other times, we’d be left in the dust, running after the bus like a scene out of a comedy. It’s a memory that still haunts me.
I worry that I’m now becoming that parent. I’ve already found myself popping my head out the door, pleading with you to “just wait one minute.” There was even a time when my dog darted out, jumped on the bus, and I was left screaming after her.
I used to be more put-together, bus driver! When I worked full-time, I was dressed and ready before 8 a.m. Now, on good days, my morning routine consists of kissing foreheads and shoving my kids out the door while silently praying to the transport Gods that everything goes smoothly. Any mishap, like a lunchbox spill, would require me to burst outside in my ratty pajamas, facing the judgment of other parents—and my dignity would be left on the lawn.
I’m more than this chaotic routine. I know you’re just trying to do your job and get home after dealing with a bunch of energetic kids all day. But if you could keep my struggles in mind when you’re honking your horn, I would truly appreciate it. Please be kind to my children; they have enough on their plates.
I’m sharing this with you, bus driver, in hopes you understand.
Thank you for your patience.
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Summary
This letter serves as an apology to a school bus driver, detailing the chaotic mornings parents face while getting their kids ready for school. The author expresses their struggles with anxiety related to bus schedules, sharing personal anecdotes and humor along the way, while also requesting kindness toward their children.
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