I feel like this post ought to be running with Lord of the Rings theme music behind it and it should be an epic movie about a mother getting ready to send her child off to
Mount Doom Middle School to throw the Ring of Power into the fire for the first time. The Gollum trouble-making neighbor boy down the street as her walking buddy guide through the treacherous pathways to the bus stop doesn’t thrill me, nor the fact that she has to journey past horrible monsters and evil-doers’ dwellings go to a street or two away to catch the bus.
Ahem. I don’t like this at all, my Precious. Not at all.
She’ll be horrified if I walk her to the bus stop. I think I plan to anyway, at least for the first couple of weeks. I have no problem calling to have the bus route adjusted for safety reasons even if it’s only to the end of our street. If that makes me a helicopter mom, so be it. My daughter will be the only girl at this bus stop and it won’t be visible from my house. It will be on a busy street where people aren’t known to be careful. I don’t trust where they typically have this bus stop. Perhaps I’ll just call before the assignments are made.
But see, here’s the thing! I’ve never had a middle schooler before! I remember being a middle schooler and how it felt. I remember meeting my best-friend-for-life on the first day of middle school. I remember everything. But I have no idea how my mom handled it all. I was oblivious. I’m fairly certain that my bus stop was just several houses down the street and that my mom didn’t come with me, but we lived on a dead end street with a cul de sac and knew all of our neighbors.
I think I’m also more of a worrier than my mom. I have more anxiety. But I also think she trusted me more than I trust my daughter to handle certain situations. Perhaps. But here’s one more thing. I get Watch Dog updates on when sexual predators move into or out of my town and where they’re claiming to live. I have the map with the claimed locations. Some of those dots on the maps are just too close for comfort to the bust stop.
All of this thinking out loud and I’m not really any closer to knowing what I’m going to do, or if I should do anything at all. I’m having trouble gauging what’s the best thing. I’m leaning very heavily toward calling the department of transportation for the school, though, and having them assign the bus stop to our street even if they won’t do it at our driveway.