This morning, getting everyone ready for their day, went smoothly. I made their breakfast, in advance, yesterday. I had their bags packed, lunch prepared for Arwen, and clothes set out. We took Arwen to school, spoke with her new teacher, got her settled, and went home. We were early enough for Rowan to get on the bus. I decided to let him go on the bus and I would follow to take all his supplies to his teacher.
While we were waiting, Rowan wanted to go inside. He got a little restless. The bus arrived and I carried him over. I talked to the bus driver. Rowan panicked! He stiffened up, his body shaking all over, and started crying. The bus attendant took his cars away. I told her he could have them. She said "No, there will be nowhere to put them." He needs his cars. He never goes anywhere without them. He holds them all day long. The two ladies struggled and got him on the bus. They assured me that he would be ok. I was starting to panic. I let them take over. I got in my car and followed the bus to school just as I had planned and the teacher suggested. I went in and spoke to his teacher and gave her all his supplies. I explained how it went, and about the cars. She said she would talk with them after school, about letting him have his cars.
I waled to the bus area and saw them carrying him off the bus. The other kids got off on their own. He was in full blown panic. He was disheveled and distraught, He was terrified. I ran over to him and gave him his car. He relaxed a little. A lady was holding his hand and walking him in, She introduced herself. She is one of the paras in his class. I told her who I was and about his cars. I was starting to cry and my voice was trembling. As we walked into the building, I was losing it. I could tell that he was ok and that she had things under control. I ran out the door to my car and called my husband bawling. He will be taking the bus home today. I hope he will be ok.
