One day last week, Noah’s bus was MIA. It happens every so often and I completely understand that mechanical problems, bad traffic and illness sometimes make the route impossible to complete. Usually, we pile a load of children in the car and drive to the school. When I say pile, I mean our children and all the children whose parents dropped them off at the bus stop on their way to work. Last week’s missing bus happened to be one of the rare days when our car was elsewhere. I had no way to drive Noah to school. So, Noah stayed home and got treated like Cinderella all day. “Noah! After you empty the trash cans I need you to sweep your bedroom floor. No video games. This is a school day.” I know I’m a mean mom. The next day’s note was something along the lines of:
Noah’s bus did not show up yesterday and I had no way of getting him to school. I’m sorry.
The school responded that they don’t care if we have transportation. Okay, I understand that. They elaborated further that we should just say Noah was sick next time. I’m not fine with that. I will not teach my child to lie and I won’t encourage them to find ways to work around the system. I am more than willing to be called before the juvenile court judge to explain that my child missed a day because I had no car available. I am not going to make it easy for the school to pretend that they are not slightly responsible for this absence. Instead of finger pointing, maybe the school administration needs to spend a little more time looking in the mirror.