My Baby on the Bus 

baby goes on a bus, and I feel like a paradox. I’m beaming with pride even as I choke back tears.

I’m also a cliché. I mean, how typical? Baby + bus = midlife crisis.  Except I’ve always been matter of fact about things most people get teary over. I’m the, “Such is life, milestones are what we want to happen” sort. Plus, I did not experience any of this with my older kids. It was either pure excitement (my oldest), or I was so overwhelmed it barely registered (everyone else).  So I’m completely thrown off by the intensity of my feelings.