Most mornings, I am the one to take Logan to the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, we play some made up games, sing or do whatever passes the time. Usually it's all stuff to distract him from the fact that he has to go to school. He is fine once he's there, but if there is too much down time, he tends to complain about the fact that he has to go.
In that small amount of time of waiting, I have a little window of opportunity to get my kiss and hug goodbye in. It has to be done before the bus even arrives at the end of our driveway or it's too late. He doesn't want any of his friends to see him kissing his mom goodbye. In fact, if the bus is even seen coming down the street, it is most often too late. On the rare times I don't get my hug, I do get a high five and sometimes that just has to be good enough, because I know someday, I won't even get that.
I dislike those mornings when all I get is the high five, but once he's home, I almost always get a kiss and hug. Some days, I even get a little wave from the bus window as it drives off. Not an obvious one, but if I don't blink, I do see it! Even though I want my kids to grow up and be independent, I still miss those moments where they have to get in that last hug with me. But for now, I am content with the fact that they both like to sit right next to me at night and still want me to tuck them into their beds.
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