After all her initial bravado about catching the bus my Muddy Puzzler has turned all that on it's head and it has become a battle to get her on the bus in the mornings. It's not that she's crying, it's not that she doesn't want to catch the bus. Her answer when I ask her why she's upset is 'I just want you'.
Yesterday was the worst day we'd had, I ended up climbing on the bus with her (those steps are big steps), sitting her down on the seat next to a little Kindergarten girl while I tried to peel her hands off me and she kept repeating 'I just want you Mum, I just want you'. In the process she has pulled my top down and every kid on that bus copped a look at my bright purple bra (no, I kid you not, it was purple).
It breaks my heart, but the bus driver and the other kids on the bus tell me she stops 'crying' just after the door closes and she's fine the rest of the trip, it's just the actual getting on the bus that seems to be the hard bit. The bus drivers are wonderful and the preschool staff are always so good at getting her off the bus and onto it in the afternoons, I'm just not sure how we overcome the actual first bit of the bus trip. At the moment though I cry each time the bus drives off as I'm wracked with mother guilt. I know that if I start driving her in (which isn't always possible) then it will be back to square one and even harder when she next has to do it, so for now I'm sticking to my guns and you can be sure I'll be wearing high-necked tops from now on!