My son missed the bus - but not because he wasn't ready

I feel like I dropped the ball this morning.

I knew things wouldn’t go smoothly, but I was trusting.

Lesson learned. Don’t assume.

Today was to be my 5-year-old son’s first day to ride a school bus to school.

He is attending an extended school year program during the summer to give him an extra boost. Children with varying circumstances participate in this program. My son qualifies to attend because he has Down Syndrome.

Leading up to this day, I had been hesitant, but teachers and school administrators had said he would love riding a school bus. It would help us out, too, since the school system would provide transportation to and from the daycare he attends,  something the schools won’t do during the regular school year due to school boundaries.

A few days ago, the bus driver called our house and talked to my husband, letting him know what time the bus would pick our son up. … It didn’t occur to my husband that they wouldn’t know where to pick him up. 

So, this afternoon when my husband called and said, “Guess who showed up at the house,” I immediately answered, “The bus.” He was befuddled that I would know.