After a long visit to the doctor that morning (for me), I fed Bubba his lunch and put him on his bus for an afternoon of school. About 15 minutes later the phone rang... it was a representative from the school district's transportation department, they said, "Your son's bus has been in an accident, he's crying... he's scared... an EMT is checking on him right now... they'll give you a call in a couple of minutes and let you know what needs to happen next."
It was probably only 5 minutes at the most - but it seemed like forever. The call came... "he's got a few bumps and bruises - and pretty scared. " While talking with the firefighter, I decided I would drive over and pick-up Bubba myself.
When I arrived at the "scene" I found Bubba surrounded by six firefighters all talking about how cool his back pack was and how awesome it is to be a fireman. By this time the tears were gone and he was high-fiving everyone. They'd also been giving him a few snacks...
his prized possession?
This bottle of Gatorade!
Kids get over things a lot faster than mothers do. Bubba really wanted to go to school - he couldn't miss the Turkey Trot. So that's what he did - went to school - ran in the Turkey Trot and showed everyone the special Gatorade that he got from a real fireman.
Bubba's doing fine - just a bruised elbow and one bruised knee. The first thing he said when telling his brothers about the accident was, "Now I know why seatbelts are so important!" (Luckily, he was on a little bus - so he had the seatbelt to help keep him safe.) Then of course he was showing off what was left of the Gatorade.
As for me, I'd be perfectly fine if I never got another "your son's been in an accident" phone call again. This was my first (hopefully my last) - and I am so thankful that Bubba was safe!