I can see the school bus approaching the tip of our driveway as I hold my hand up over my eyes to help block out the sun.
In a minute, there's the distinctive braking screech of it coming to a halt. The loud, air-compressed doors open wide and my son is quickly exhaled out.
His eyes dart back and forth to do a quick search for me.
He knows I’m there even if he doesn’t see me right away.
Ah, there I am and he breaks out into a wide smile.
I catch him in a gigantic mama bear hug and notice that he clings a little bit harder than usual.
“So how was your day sweet boy?” I ask savoring the extra squeeze.
“Mathew just told everyone on the bus that his mommy and daddy won’t be husband and wife anymore.”
“You mean they are getting a divorce?”
“Yeah and Mathew is really sad. Where is he going to go?”
“I’d imagine that he’d go with either his mommy or his daddy. That will be up to them to decide.”
“You mean like rock, paper, scissors?”
“Yeah, kinda like that”
“Why can’t they be husband and wife anymore?”
“I don’t know honey.... Blah Blah Blah...comforting-things-you-say-to-make-kids-feel-better-about-stuff-you-can't-explain...blah blah.”
“I don’t want you and daddy to ever do rock, paper, scissors o.k.?”
Now while I do my best to not ever have to play Rock, Paper, Scissors with my husband, I can easily relate to both sides of this coin.
Growing up, the only time I saw a mother and father in the same room together was when Carol and Mike Brady were on TV.
I personally had a much stronger tie to Shirley Partridge as she was more like my own single mother....without the singing band, blond hair, cool bus and stuff.
Plus I had a mad crush on Keith Partridge.
But even if I'd grown up and married Keith, Greg or George Glass, there still would have been no guarantees right?
Hey, what ever happened to that bus?