The bus

Every day when I see my daughter off in the school bus, I make sure that I wave to her till we can make eye contact.

However, yesterday, there was a traffic jam in front of the bus, and it couldn't move for very long.

So there was this dilemma about how long I should continue to wave. I know it is ok to lower my hand, and she won't mind.

But I thought to myself that, if I lower my hand now, I am sending her a message that my love is probably dependent on convenience.

I thought that if I lowered my hand now, I am sending her a message that it is ok to give up on what you stand for when you are hurting.

That to me was the absolute worst lesson that you can give to a kid.

So I continued to wave, not as a formality, but with all my heart.

Someone said from behind, "Hands are hurting now."

But I thought, it's ok, it doesn't matter.

And soon enough, the traffic cleared, and she was on her way.

Yes, my hand was sore on my way back, but the pride that I felt made it worth it.