An open letter to parents, grandparents and guardians
I see the terror, the uncertainty in your eyes as you look up at me for some sign of reassurance.
I watch as your fingertips let go of this precious, precious little person you have guarded so well.
I see the concern in your eyes as you watch them board this huge yellow bus that is taking them away from your ever-watchful, loving eyes.
It’s okay. I will guard them like they were my own.
Having also gone through the game, I will speak reassuring to them, smile at them, and explain the rules so no one gets hurt.
I will watch out for bullies.
I will see that they stay seated so those small little legs that can’t quite touch the floor don’t get bruised in a fall.
I will watch out for cars, for deer, for dogs, for any obstacle that might mean I have to brake.
I am well trained.
I went through many hours of on-and-off road training. I sat through classes for safety and driving … every year.
Yes, I will make mistakes.
I am human.
Forgive me if it takes me a while to remember their name. I have 72, maybe 82 other students to remember.
But I will … I will. And they will grow, they will learn, and I will grow to love them.
Just like my own.
Your school bus driver, Darlene Wills.