Bus Stop

This morning as I was leaving for work I saw Camron waiting for the school bus and once again I was mesmerized the entire time he stood there. I do this often, and so does the rest of the neighborhood. This is an 8AM M-F routine, and the only thing that changes is his clothing. (I'm listening to the news as I write this, and just now realized why he had on a bright green cap this morning.) He waits patiently, standing almost perfectly still, right on the line where the asphalt meets the bar-ditch in front of his Grandfather's house. His thumbs are always hooked in the front straps of his back pack and the toes of his shoes always almost touch the asphalt of the roadway, but they never do. Every minute or so he leans forward, looks down the road, and then straightens up and waits patiently some more. When the bus pulls up and stops, you can see his body poise for action, but he never moves until the stop sign on the side of the bus opens up. The instant it moves, it is like a starting gun and he shoots across the road. It is amazing how good he is at waiting for the bus, and good in all of the different ways. In almost a year, he hasn't violated the "never get on the roadway" rule, or even indicated any interest in doing so. He will not be distracted, and he apparently doesn't get bored with the routine, and it isn't because he is too slow to be inquisitive, or devious, or rebellious. He spends the entire time devoted to waiting on the bus because he is sincerely following the bus stop rules (as his Mother and Grandfather explained them to him).