I was without a car today and decided to head downtown via the bus to do some shopping, visit the library, and see Dan. Sylvia loves riding the bus so although it was sprinkling I knew it would be worth it. We headed out without much time to make it to the bus stop, but I walked very quickly and even ran while pushing the double stroller when we were getting closer. I started walking again about 20 feet from the stop with 1.5 minutes to spare and the bus drove by at that very moment. Needless to say, I was frustrated that the bus was early and didn't stop, and I know had a disappointed 2.5 year old who didn't understand why she wasn't on the bus. I told Sylvia that the bus driver had made a mistake, we headed home, and I called the bus company to let them know their bus was running early which caused us to miss it. Sylvia and I talked a little more about making mistakes. I asked her if she ever made mistakes and she said, "Yes, and Bumpkin." (which is what she calls my dad...we have no idea where it came from.)
After calming down a little, I decided to catch the next bus since I already had the kids and our stuff packed up. So, we headed to the stop with plenty of time to spare. We got there about five minutes early and sang "The Wheels on the Bus." We waved at a friend driving by and then they stopped to talk to us on their way out of the neighborhood. While talking, the bus came over the top of the hill and started heading towards our stop, and then proceeded to drive right past us as we stood at the bus stop. Sylvia started crying immediately and I was very frustrated at this point. I had now walked to the bus stop twice in the sprinkling rain with both of my children in the double stroller. So, I went up to Sylvia and tried to explain to her that the bus driver had made a mistake again and that it was okay to be sad and mad. We talked about how God wants us to be patient and forgiving...although I was not in the mood to do either. I called the bus company again to let them know what happened and they said, "sorry," and that they'd talk to the bus driver. I was hoping for a free bus pass or something.
Anyway, tonight Sylvia opened her devotional book to a random page like she always does and the reading was about being patient and forgiving with people who make mistakes like God is with us. I believe I may have learned more from that lesson than Sylvia did at this point. We prayed together, and I asked God to forgive me for getting so upset. When Dan came in the room to say, "goodnight," Sylvia said, "God wants us to forgive the bus driver for driving by." She is soaking up so much right now, and I pray that I can be a good example to her.