Village

     Whoever said that it takes a village to raise a child was not wrong. In the life of a chronically ill and/or challenged child, it certainly does. One of the people who make a difference in our daughter's life is the kind lady that drives the "special-needs" bus. She is one of the people that makes our daughter's life easier by driving her door to door every single day of the school year. Our daughter has had a difficult year with more and more seizures, medication ups and downs, illness and mood difficulties but this nice person is a friendly constant in a world of change.
     Our daughter reports much about her day; it is an aspect of her learning disability that she debriefs with me every afternoon most of what she experiences. This is part of the reason that it is so important that I am here when she comes home from school every day. She needs to do this recount of the day's events and I welcome the opportunity to listen. Most days I hear something nice about this wonderful lady who drives our daughter's bus. We laughingly call it her yellow limousine because she is often the only student on it. There is not a day that goes by that we do not realize how fortunate our daughter is to chat, to laugh, to ride and to spend time with this lovely person. As our daughter would say " 'bye Robyn, love ya!"