By: Brenda Wilkerson
I dropped by the school to check on Ol’ Yeller during this freezing dip of arctic weather. With a little coaxing, she cranked right up. I let her idle a bit to warm up everything under her hood and check for anything frozen or damaged during this extended frigid winter blast. So far, so good. The heat and defrost worked so I was satisfied to let her continue her nap before the early morning.
As I turned off Ol’ Yeller and pumped her brakes down, it felt so very cold and… sadly empty. The heart of a bus is the cargo of kids and allllll of the bubbly chaos inside every single day. I turned from my captain’s chair and took a good look around the inside with a different perspective of what a bus is without kids snug in her belly. No bundled up tiny people, no silly chatter, no happy giggles, no spilled water bottles, no mindless debates of nothingness, no foggy window art, and no sleepy bed heads…
Don’t worry girl, just a few more days ‘til it’s time to go get the kids…
~Brenda Wilkrson
