Commitment. A few times a week, Bossy and her other carpooling neighbors deliver the kids to school so they can participate in before-school activities, such as band and chorus.
It’s difficult to wake up in the dark, and worse to eat breakfast when you’re not even hungry — but the kids in the local public schools take pride in their schools’ music program, which enjoys a higher than average percentage of student involvement.
Bossy didn’t participate in much of anything growing up; it already felt like a hardship to take two subways to school, uphill both ways, in the icy cold of June and the blistering heat of February. So it warms Bossy’s heart that her daughter has inherited her commitment from her brother.
Which doesn’t stop Bossy from groaning in the chilly car on the way to school to drop off the assortment of kids. But then she watches her daughter cross the pedestrian bridge that leads to the middle school, and she is filled with pride. Or maybe that feeling is exhaustion.