EDITOR’S NOTE: A big welcome to first time guest contributor, Amy Martin. Amy is a free-thinker and free agent, appears where and when needed in the Traverse City NPO sector. Part urbanite, part ruralist; she is equally at home traversing rivers or city streets.
The surprising magic of riding the bus
by guest contributor Amy Martin.
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I prefer to get around on my feet. Yet, I work in Traverse City and live 30-plus miles away. That means a lot of time in the car. Consequently, I often drive-up, drop my preschooler off at school, and then find a place to park for the day. From there, I can typically walk to work and meetings until the time comes to drive back to the school.
A few weeks ago, however, at the end of the school day I found myself unready to get back in the car. Without a plan I walked to the school to pick up my son, keenly aware I had a 2.5 mile hike ahead of me with a 4-year-old in tow. I consulted a friend with a borderline obsession for public transportation about my quasi-dilemma. “BATA” he suggested. “Then you can write about it.”

Great idea, the kid loves the bus. So after school that day, we took a BATA bus back to our car; it was a magical experience for a 4-year-old. So magical, in fact, that I haven’t heard the end of it.
Preschool persistence; promise kept
From that day forward, he has asked, begged, pleaded to take the bus again. He earnestly scours parking lots and couch cushions looking for the $.75 to cover his next trip. I promised him we would make it happen. Yet, several days passed along with far too many repetitions of, “not today, honey.” The compounding parental guilt for letting a 4-year-old down who just wants, “to ride the bus, mom!” was building. So, at the point that I felt I’d disappointed the kid enough, I followed through with my promise.
“We’re riding the BATA,” he tells his teacher and classmates with a cool preschool nonchalance. We were off! We walk to the bus stop at a 4-year-old pace, stopping to pick up sticks, inspect rocks and break chunks of ice. I ask him questions about school and he answers as he takes a stick and cast spells on cars and buildings turning them into “grass and rocks…but it’s not real mom, my wand is fake.”

Casting spells as we go
While waiting at the stop, we make music on the chain-link fence with the fake magic wand and talk to a group of young adults who, when the bus rounds the bend, become just as excited about seeing it as he is. The pace, the interactions…these are all things we wouldn’t experience had he been bundled up in the back of the car.
On the bus, I buckle him in while he casts a few spells and watches the people get on and off. As we pass by the State Theatre he straightens up and exclaims, “I want to be let off THERE mom! They have good movies and popcorn and stars on the ceiling!” I tell him I love those stars too. We continue down Front street, and soon, our short ride is over.
As we walk to the car and I ask him what his favorite part of the ride was, “casting spells,” he says. And, as we are on our long-trek home he adds one more thought before falling asleep, “I’m saving up alllll my money, mom!” I ask him what for and he answers, “for a Lego set and the BATA bus.”
Well, of course – Legos and a bus ride–both magical things for a 4-year-old.
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