This morning she decided to take the bus. With the cold weather she has been riding the Mommy Bus. We heard the bus pull up and I waved at our bus driver, she mistakenly thought I was waving her on. Oldest burst into tears and my heart cracked. I calmed her down and into the car. On the way to school, I told her that she should tell her bus driver, B, that I was waving hello and that I didn't mean for her to keep on driving.
When we got to school and she was disembarking the Mommy Bus she said, "Just don't wave. It is too hard when I cry."
Her little spirit was a little less bright this morning and I feel awful.