I’ll admit it. I like bringing her to school. And I like picking her up.
I start out the school year insisting that she ride the bus. So she gets used to the routine. So she knows where to go. Because it’s nice out and we can walk to the bus stop. But as soon as the weather turns cold she starts asking. Can you drive me to school, mom? Can you pick me up, mom? I don’t take her and pick her up every day, but I love it when she asks and I love to do it.
So why is this a confession? Because sometimes I feel like I’m spoiling her by bringing her and picking her up. Like she should be riding the bus because she needs that social interaction. It’s good for her. Sometimes I feel like “that” overprotective mom. I don’t need to bring her. I don’t need to pick her up. There is a bus that does that for me.
Then I have to remind myself that there is nothing wrong with wanting to bring my sweetie to school. For wanting my face to be the last thing she sees before she go through those school doors, my “I love you” to be the last thing she hears. She gets enough friend interaction at school, missing ten minutes on the bus isn’t going to stunt her social development. The little extra time and gas money is worth it to see the smile on her face when she steps out of the car and to have her tell me about her day on the ride back home.
And it’s not spoiling her, it’s loving on her.
I think sometimes we are so worried about spoiling our kids that we forget it’s not really spoiling them, it’s just loving on them. And no one would argue with that.
(I also confess that sometimes I purposely take her to school to give us an extra half hour to get out the door which allows me to fully enjoy my coffee without being rushed. Which in turn makes everyone’s day better. So really, taking her to school is benefitting all of us. Amen.)