As September rolls around, my kiddos are gearing up for their newfound independence—walking to school all by themselves. They’re finally at that age (or so I believe). I’ve drilled into them the importance of looking both ways before crossing the street, though I have yet to witness them actually doing it. Plus, the school is so close that I could practically toss a paper airplane and hit it from my doorstep. So, I’m feeling optimistic.
Last year, we did a trial run, and it was going smoothly until I got a call from my son’s teacher saying he was acting like a wild child on the way to school. With a heavy heart, I had to pull the plug on that experiment.
But a new school year means fresh starts. He’s three months older and, hopefully, a bit wiser. He’s going into second grade, while my daughter is heading into fourth. If they can’t make the trek to school solo now, when will they? I’m not keen on being a chauffeur until they’re old enough to drive themselves. I mean, I know plenty of parents do it, but I find that a bit puzzling.
When I first moved to this town, one of the major draws was its walkability. Unlike the sprawling suburbs of my childhood, this town allows you to stroll to the park, schools, and adorable little downtown areas. Back then, my husband and I shared a single car, which was all we needed since we both commuted to the city.
These days, we’re a two-car, two-kid family, but I’m ready to ditch the driving routine the moment they can navigate it on their own. Until now, I’ve been shuttling them a couple of blocks to school, tapping my foot impatiently while waiting for the bell, then hustling back home to only repeat the process six hours later. That adds up to a whopping 1,440 trips—and I’ve dreaded every single one. Not because I dislike walking—I actually enjoy it—but because shepherding them is such a time sink. Just think of the extra 45 minutes I could reclaim if I didn’t have to do the school run! Plus, let’s be honest, I loathe the morning hustle because it means extra work and I’m not about to let anyone see my unkempt hair and makeup. I like to maintain the illusion of having it all together.
My frustration with this twice-daily trek even led me to consider moving to a different town solely based on their bus system and how long my kids would be on it. But that wasn’t quite enough to convince my husband to relocate, and I resigned myself to the idea of walking the kids to school forever.
Then, it hit me: why can’t they walk on their own? I completely forgot that kids grow up.
This year is the year to give it another go. I’m pretty sure they’ll survive crossing the one neighborhood street without a crossing guard. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.
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In conclusion, as my children step into this new chapter of independence, I’m both excited and a little nervous. It’s time for them to embrace their autonomy and learn crucial life skills, all while I reclaim some much-needed time in my day.