Trust and the School Bus
Last week, an Alexandria school put a kindergartener on a bus after school and sent him home. Unfortunately, the kid was supposed to stay at school in an after-hours program and the bus dropped him off in the wrong place—more than a mile from his home.
The thing about sending your child off to school is that you also send your trust. You trust that the school will take care of your child and keep him safe. You trust that they will not leave him fearful, scared, and with emotional scars. You trust. You have to.
Unfortunately, I know from personal experience that this is not one isolated incident. This kind of thing happens all the time.When one of my oldest son's friends started kindergarten, he decided at recess sometime in the first week that he was done. So he left. He walked home. Which, thankfully, was very close. Also thankfully, his mom was home and returned him to the school—where the staff was unaware that he had left.
Another of my son's friends had an experience scarily similar to the one of the Alexandria child referenced above. She was supposed to stay for an after-school science class, but was instead sent home on the bus. The bus did drop this kindergartener off at the right stop, but her mom was not home. This young girl stood on the corner and cried until a woman—a stranger—who runs a neighborhood home daycare center saw her and brought her inside.This year, the very same thing happened to a friend of a friend at my school. Her son, also a kindergartner, was sent home when he was supposed to stay at an after-hours program. In this case, the kid's across-the-street neighbor, who had provided child care for him in the past, was home and picking up her own child from the bus stop, so she collected the stray child as well.
I too have had this experience. On my middle (autistic) son's very first day of special education preschool a couple of years ago, his bus took more than two hours to bring him home. They couldn't find our house. And my son couldn't tell them where he lived or even what his name was. The bus driver actually stopped at the wrong house on another street, walked my child up to the door and tried to deliver him into the wrong house.
But.
That is what I am talking about.
Original DC Metro Moms Blog post.



