I finished posting the last post and turned my attention to Olivia. She's the only one to get on the second trip bus and it can be hard for her. There's no one here to keep you moving and going when all you want to do is go back to bed. She was ready and sitting in the other computer chair with her back to me. I could see she was dragging and so was trying to encourage. I was saying attitude was everything. If you mope around, it'll be a blechy day. When you decide to be happy and make it a nice day, it usually ends up being a good day. Then she said...Mom....I and squeaked something out.
She has been asking for me to homeschool her so I thought maybe she just didn't want to go to school and was repeating her request to be homeschooled. I spun the chair around and found her slumped down with tears running down her cheeks (the bus is due to pull up at any second). It took a bit of prodding but I finally got it out of her.....I miss Uncle Billy! Oh sweetie...I know! So do I, so does dad and everyone else. It's hard but we just have to get through it and push on. She got herself together enough to be able to get on the bus when it pulled up....I hope. I'm hoping she didn't breakdown again. I just wanted to hug her up and keep her home. But she's missed way too much school. Besides, I know one of the best ways to get through those feelings is to keep busy and get on with everyday life. Still, I wish I could peek into her room and make sure she's ok. Even better, sit next to her and give her hugs and kisses all day. OK...now it's my turn to go and cry.