This morning began with a bus chase. Literally, we chased the kids' bus. As often happens, the one morning we're running a minute late, the bus comes a minute early and, just like that, the kids miss the bus.
Or do they?
My daughter said she saw the bus driving down the road. Taking her at her word, I continued in the direction the bus would be going and, lo and behold, there it was! We caught up with it at the next stop and my two kids sprang into action, jumping out of the car and running up to the bus.
Now, truth be told, this wasn't the first time this has happened to my kids. They sprang into action because they've done this before. 😅
Furthermore, I knew just what to do because this happened to me when I was a child. I have fond(?) memories of my mother chasing down our bus and shooing us out of the minivan at the next bus stop.
Given that I have such a wonderful mom, becoming my mother is usually a good thing. Earlier this week, my son was supposed to wear holiday socks and a scarf to school so I hunted through my drawers for something he could wear. I had a flashback to my fourth grade birthday luau when I wore my mom's Hawaiian shirt. She was constantly giving of herself and pouring her time and energy into making our lives better. If I happened to inherit a running-late habit with her better ones, I'll take 'em all. Becoming my mother is a blessing. 😁