**F**cking Hell, I’m Flying Solo: Surviving a Crazy-Ass School Year

As the school year kicks into high gear, I find myself reflecting on my complex relationship with school buses. Growing up, I never rode one, except for the occasional field trip. My family lived close enough to school that we walked or got a ride from a friendly neighbor. But I heard the horror stories from my friends who did ride the bus – tales of chaos and mayhem that made me grateful for my pedestrian commute.

As I grew older, my perspective on school buses shifted. As a young professional, I found myself stuck behind them on my daily commute, watching as harried parents dropped off their kids and exchanged tearful goodbyes. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the drama, but deep down, I knew I was just jealous of the sense of community and connection that those parents and kids shared.

When I became a father myself, my perspective shifted again. Watching my own kids board the bus for the first time, I felt a pang of nostalgia and pride. I remembered the countless mornings spent standing at the end of the driveway, chatting with my kids about their day, and waving goodbye as they disappeared into the distance.

Those moments are etched in my memory forever – the sound of the bus engine roaring to life, the hiss of the doors opening, and the cheerful chatter of the kids as they climbed aboard. It was a daily ritual that I cherished, even as I struggled to come to terms with the fact that my babies were growing up and leaving the nest.

Now, as my kids have long since graduated from college and started their own lives, I find myself looking back on those school bus days with a mix of nostalgia and gratitude. I realize that those moments were precious, fleeting, and infinitely more important than I ever could have imagined.

As I watch younger parents going through the same struggles and triumphs that I did, I’m reminded of the wise words of Jordan Peterson: “The necessary failure of the good mother” – the idea that parents must eventually let go and allow their children to navigate the world on their own.

It’s a hard lesson to learn, but one that’s essential for our kids’ growth and development. And as I look back on my own experiences, I’m grateful for the time I had with my kids, and for the lessons they taught me about love, sacrifice, and the importance of cherishing every moment.

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