My son Matthew started attending school a few weeks ago to begin his classroom-based therapy, which was a huge change to having him at home every day with me.
Of course I had the normal Mommy anxiety and blues about sending my baby off to school but they quickly subsided (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it) after his new teacher assured me he was enjoying himself.
We live in rural Pennsylvania and that means from the months of October through March we can potentially have frigid temperatures, snow and or ice.
We are very lucky that because Matthew is the only child in our neighborhood attending this school the bus stops at our front door so for that I am grateful.
That being said, I quickly learned from the driver and his assistant that Matthew was the only child that uses a wheelchair on the bus.
So we found out the hard way that the chair lift was not functioning properly and they would try repeatedly to use the remote only for the hydraulic lift to freeze up time and time again.
Eventually they would break out the manual pump to get the lift down to the ground, then strangely, once Matthew was wheeled on, the remote would work to lift him on to the bus.
There were days that the bus driver would even tell me to take Matthew back inside until they could get the lift down because it was taking so long.
My son wasn’t the only impatient one unfortunately, because our road is well travelled most days there were lines of cars in both directions,
sitting for up to 15 minutes waiting for my son to be boarded on the bus and at first I felt so guilty that these poor folks had to wait.
Then last week Matthew missed school due to both the school closing for inclement weather and having a fever.
During that week his bus was in the mechanic’s shop so I was so happy when they picked him up and the wheelchair lift worked like a charm.
I was thinking that my bus drama days were behind and I was quickly discouraged again.
Even though it took a matter of maybe 5 minutes they were still throwing their hands in the air in disgust or doing angry illegal u turns.
So I would like to take this time to address these folks who will probably never see this blog.
Hello neighbors of Stony Creek Mills that are traveling my street on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings at 7:15.
If you have a problem with waiting for my son to board the bus, I have a few suggestions for you.
How about you leave a few minutes earlier these days, heck even 5 minutes would save you the agony of waiting behind my son’s bus.
for the tiny man that is just trying to get to school like any other child and isn't going to let his wheelchair stop him.
Or maybe some empathy for the kind bus driver and assistant who help to get him there safely.
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