Yesterday morning my daughter who lives down the street called to ask me a favor. She and my oldest granddaughter were not feeling well. Her two younger daughters (my granddaughters) had missed the bus and my daughter wanted to know if I could run the girls to school.
I was waiting for a service man to arrive and it would take me about 30 minutes to make the round trip to the school and back. I felt so bad that I didn't feel like I could help. She was not out of nearby options just yet. My other daughter is also our neighbor so she would check with her. Times like this is one of the very reasons we all love living so close to one another.
It is so funny how things work out sometimes. As soon as I hung up with my daughter my phone rang again. The serviceman had called my husband at work. I had an hour before his arrival. I called my daughter right back and told her I was available.
I drove the short block to their front gate and the girls came running out with backpacks in arm. They were really happy to see me and of course their excitement and beautiful early morning smiles were a great start to my day.
I welcomed them aboard grandma's bus and they played along. Most on their mind was how long were they going to be in my care. "Are you going to pick us up grandma?" No, you can ride the bus home as usual. "Should we come to your house when we get off the bus?" No, I don't think so. "But, our mom is sick!" I will talk to your mom today and if she needs my help after school I will be there to meet you at the bus. "Yah, but.... Yah, but.... Yah, but...."
On the drive to school they started a game of I Spy of the things we saw on the wide open country roads. It was exciting for them to have me go into their school office to sign them in. The hugs and the "I love you Grandma" as they ran off to class was so much better than waiting on the serviceman would have been.
Most of the day I thought about the afternoon bus rolling up. I was pretty sure of what was going to happen. Yep. The bus stopped in front of my house. The girls jumped out of the bus and bee lined to my front door. Is our mom still sick? Do we need to stay here? Does she need us to stay the night? Will you be taking us to school tomorrow?
When I told them they could go home they sighed in deep disappointment. Again, Yah, but... Yah, but.... Yah, but... Their sick mother not being sick enough WAS NOT the news they wanted to hear!