The short bus is the bus that carries children with special needs to and from school. It’s short because each person on the bus needs some individual attention so the numbers of students on the bus are limited. When I was a kid growing up we made jokes about the short bus. When someone would do something senseless we might say they rode the short bus.
I never thought about the actual people on the short bus.
This week my daughter started riding the bus…the short bus.
You see as a kid I just did what all the other kids did. I made fun of those on the short bus. Those with special needs and those who are disabled are easy targets for ridicule by foolish young children. What we don’t understand we fear or mock.
Oh how my perspective has changed. Now I am a dad who has a daughter that rides the short bus. The short bus is different for me now. It is not filled with people to be made fun of; it is filled with treasure, the treasure of precious lives.
You see my daughter is ‘special.’ My daughter, Joy, has Down syndrome. I feel like Down syndrome is such a misunderstood word in our culture. Joy is so much more alike than different.
She is so wonderful I can’t adequately explain her. She wants to sit in my lap every morning and eat little bites. She brings books and puzzles to me each night to read and put together. She loves to sing and loves to dance. She loves when her sisters chase her around the house. She loves piggy back rides from her big brother as he runs as fast as he can with her on his back shouting, “Yay!!” She wakes up early before all of her siblings and she knocks on the door (because is has child lock that she cannot get out of) and she will yell, “DADDY!” until I go and let her out. She is very independent. She’s beautiful and loving. She is sooo loving. Last year in her preschool class she won the award for, “Best Hugger.” When her preschool class performs she steals the show with her sparkling personality. Parents of other kids her age that are in her class tell me often how their child loves Joy and constantly talks about her. I wouldn’t change a thing about Joy (well maybe her obstinance). She is so much more than a rider on the short bus.
Having a daughter with special needs has really taught me to look deeper into people then what is on the outside, or what diagnosis they have.
Having a daughter that rides the short bus has opened up my mind and heart to see the incredible people inside the short bus.
People who ride the short bus are strong. They have to overcome challenges that typical children do not have to overcome. Some of their challenges are physical, some are mental, some are emotional, and some have all three.
Mrs. Judy drives our short bus. She is a kind and loving woman. She has tried to get Joy on her bus for over a year, but truth be told, I just didn’t want to give her up. The bus would make my life easier but it means I don’t get mornings in the car with Joy. She told me she would put off retirement another year if I would give her Joy. Wow! Mrs. Judy gets it! She sees such value in each and every life that she carries on her “special” bus. She gives her heart and soul into investing into those little children. The first day Joy rode the bus Mrs. Judy had new clothes for her that she bought her (not your typical bus driver). Judy is a gem, but I believe she would tell you that those children give her more than she could ever give them. They give her their love.
I am so thankful for the Short Bus.
Can I give you a challenge today? Will you be careful to see every person as valuable?
The Bible teaches us that we are all made in the image of God. Every person has so much value and worth…if we would just take the time to see it.