I keep waiting, but it never gets any easier to drop Katie off at school in the mornings. My chest always tightens a little bit when she gets out of the car and runs off to join her class as they stream into the building.
To cope with the stress of letting her out of my sight, I do the same things every morning. After dropping Paul off at work, I drive her to school. On the way, I pray for a good and safe day for both Katie and her dad. Depending on the clock, I often drive a rather circuitous route around town, calculated to time our arrival at Katie’s school for the exact moment that the bell rings for the children to line up for class.
We say our goodbyes and our “I love you”s and then the car door slams and she’s off into the wide world of elementary school. I always wait to watch her walk into the building, not content until that moment when I see her teacher actually greet her and usher her through the door. That way, I know that she knows that Katie is present, and I don’t have to worry about coming to get her in the afternoon and hearing that she never showed up for school.
And yes, that’s the sort of thing I worry about, because I watch too much CSI.
Neurotic, aren’t I?