31 Day Blog Challenge – Day 21
When I’m asked about fear the first thing that pops into my mind is “I gave birth to a baby that didn’t sleep through the night until she was 15 months old – nothing scares me now.”
The truth of course is that my biggest fear is something I couldn’t possible name because I’m afraid to even think about it.
A year ago Little Rossi was put on the wrong school bus. By the time dispatch found me, the school was closed and the bus company was refusing to take her where she was suppose to be. I was actually told “she’s not my problem – someone needs to pick her up or I’ll have the bus driver drop her off to the police…” aka an abandoned child.
Now I’m not saying I handled the situation with any kind of grace. Although there was no naming calling, words did fly out of my mouth that would have made Joe Rogan blush. But it did make me realize that there is a maternal instinct that kicks in, over powers that first fear based emotion and launches us into action.
I was one with the momma bear!
The very idea that my child was ‘lost’ and that this woman stood behind policies instead of trying to really help invoked levels of fear I don’t think I have ever experienced before. It’s so hard to explain what I felt that day – I had an absolute need to locate and hug my child.
All is well that ends well… of course.
Peyton realized the mistake early into the adventure and patiently waited for the situation to resolve itself – her bus driver was amazing! She waited for me at the school until I could get there.
So I arrive. My heart is still flipping between being angry and relieved when Peyton runs off the bus, obviously excited, and says, “Mama you won’t believe what happened today. Josh waved at me before I even had a chance to waved at him. This is the best day ever.”