The (not so) Long Walk Home
I was trying to figure out what I was going to use as my picture of the day when I went outside to watch Landon walk home from the bus stop.
Suddenly, it hit me.
I ran back inside and grabbed my camera so that I could get a picture of him…now, I realize this may not seem like such a great picture idea to you, but for me it’s actually a big deal.
I’ve been walking that (now) third grader to and from that bus stop for the past 4 years rarely missing a day. Only now that I’m watching Lea during the day has that changed. I’m happy that I’ve been able to do that with him, and I’ll still take him up to the bus in the mornings, but for now Lea’s naptime happens to be at the very time I’m usually walking up there to get him.
I know that he’s old enough to walk home by himself, honestly he’s been capable for quite some time now, but it’s just one of those things that I haven’t been ready to let go of. I never thought about when exactly I’d stop walking him up to the bus, just the same as I never really thought about it when it was Zoe’s time. I do know that I walked Zoe up until the end of her 3rd grade year and she asked me not to once she started 4th grade. She was ready for her independence, and I reluctantly let her make that walk with her friends…but I watched her every morning and afternoon from our driveway, just as I’ve begun to do with Landon.
Landon did tell me that I didn’t have to come out and watch him walk down the sidewalk from the bus, but I can’t help myself. It seems like these little things are always the hardest for me to let go of.