By Cheryl Maguire
“Hurry up or you will miss the bus,” I hollered to my thirteen-year-old boy/girl twins.
Opening the front door, the icy air jolted me awake faster than a caffeinated coffee.
The three of us scurried on the snow-covered sidewalk illuminated by a streetlight. Four neighborhood teens stood on the corner and greeted us as we approached. One of the boys pocketed his phone and asked my son a question.
I’m the last mom standing at the bus stop. It wasn’t always this way. In Kindergarten three other parents waited with us. As the kids got older, the parents gradually disappeared.
My twins go to the junior/senior high school which consists of seventh through twelfth grade. This is their first year at the school. The bus arrives at 6:40 a.m. We live in the Northeast so it’s cold and dark. I often find myself wondering, “Why am I still waiting at the bus stop when they are old enough to be here without me?”
At first, I was motivated by, fear. I envisioned my daughter crossing the street and then because I wasn’t there to warn her about a speeding car, she gets hit. She would lay motionless on the freezing asphalt, with blood oozing out every orifice, and no one to help her. I know it’s ridiculous and unlikely but this recurring image drove me to keep walking with them.
Another irrational fear I have is that my kids will be kidnapped by a pedophile enticing them with candy and the promise of a warm vehicle. The frigid wind burning your skin can cloud your judgment. There are some days when the temperature is 0 degrees Fahrenheit that I could be persuaded to jump into a warm dilapidated white van. Jaycee Dugard was eleven-years-old when she was kidnapped while walking to her bus stop. It doesn’t help that she shares a resemblance to my daughter with her blonde hair and an engaging smile.
Yet according to the Polly Klaas Foundation only 3% of children are abducted by non-family members. After reading this statistic and witnessing my kids, look both ways before crossing the street, my fears dissipated yet I kept walking with them.
I struggled to understand my reasons for continuing to go to the bus stop. I wasn’t a “helicopter parent.” When they were younger, I allowed them to roam free, climbing on the furniture. I left them with babysitters and allowed them to go over friends’ houses. Now that they are older I even let them stay home alone. So why couldn’t I let them walk alone for ten minutes?
As we walked along the sidewalk my daughter said, “In gym class, we are doing a push-up and sit-up challenge.”
“That sounds interesting. Do you want to do it?” I thought of how I hated high school gym class but now I chose to work out and do push-ups and sit-ups. I wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
“Yes, I’ve been practicing for it.”
“Do you like gym class?”
“Yes, but I don’t like that we have to change our clothes.”
When my twins were toddlers they literary grabbed me, pulled me and needed me all the time. As they grew, they needed me less and less. Now when they come home from school, they both barely utter a greeting as they sprint straight to their rooms. Yet during our five-minute walk to the bus, they talk to me. They tell me about their upcoming schedule or what happened the day before.
The article Disruptions: More Connected, Yet More Alone, discusses how the use of technology such as smartphones has led to people being distracted and missing out on life experiences. When I walk with my kids in the morning, I feel connected to them. They aren’t distracted by technology or their activities, they are present with only me.
I’ve become acquainted with the neighborhood teens. A State Farm study found, “40% of Millennials wish they were more connected with neighbors, but are least likely to have had face-to-face interactions.” The Pew Research Center found 28% of people did not know any of their neighbors’ names. I only spend five minutes at the bus stop with the neighborhood teens but I’ve learned their interests and activities and they have provided useful information regarding upcoming school events.
Now, I look forward to walking with my kids to the bus stop. I wondered if they felt the same way. I asked each of them individually if they wanted me to still go to the bus stop with them and they both said yes. When I asked them why, they both said, “I don’t know.” They may not be able to verbalize it, but hopefully, they enjoy their time with me too.
I started walking to the bus because of fear my children might be hurt or kidnapped. I no longer consider this as I’m walking. I’m grateful for the fleeting moments I can spend quality time with them.
This article was originally published on Your Teen.
Bio: Cheryl Maguire holds a Master’s Degree in Counseling Psychology. She is the mother of twins and a daughter. Her writing has been published in Parents Magazine, Upworthy, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Count Your Blessings and Twins Magazine. You can find her at Twitter @CherylMaguire05