Hibbards&Hubers: OYE... my little man....

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

OYE... my little man....

My "little" man officially started middle school today! OMG...what the hell happened to my life?? I swear it was yesterday that he was watching his "dig-dig" movie and making Mem and Pep wear the "bad witch" hat while watching The Wizard of Oz for the thousandth time in a row! ;)

I asked him this morning if I could cry as he left like I did when I dropped him off at Kindergarten. (He DIDN'T cry, of course, back then!) Today was the same thing... yeah, Mom, whatever, BYE! And then he was out the door and on a new path in life! UGH! I feel like I am losing my innocent, sweet baby to the real world! I am NOT ready even though he insists he is!

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I also started on a new path...my official first day of school with the little ones. (Ok, fourth grade, but they still feel like "little" ones to me after fifth grade!) My class seems good so far...they are so young acting which I consider a good thing after experiencing 9 years of back talking and fresh 10 and 11 year olds! I am hoping to make this a great year in the "Hibbard Quad" ! (I am teaching with my two sisters this year for those of you who don't know....

I am going to try and post some pics again...I REALLY need to get some recent pics of the house on here! It is really coming along! :)

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God Chooses A Mom for A Disabled Childby Erma Bombeck
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen? Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth; son; patron saint, Matthew.
"Forrest, Marjorie; daughter; patron saint, Cecelia.
"Rudledge, Carrie; twins; patron saint.... give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But has she patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independance. She'll have to teach the child to live in her world and that's not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't seperate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, there is a woman I will bless with a child less then perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see --- ignorance, cruelty, prejudice --- and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in midair.
God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."