It is in God's Hands

I had a great weekend, but will post more on that later. I have pictures to share and good times to talk about, but first I want to share an update.

About a month ago I wrote about a little boy in my class and his Mom has ALS. She was diagnosed last summer and her condition has since deteriorated and right now, things don't look good. She got pneumonia over the weekend and is in the hospital with a breathing tube. Just last week, the boy's father told him that his Mom was not going to get better. He never told them that she would die, but just that she won't ever be the same.

They will be removing her breathing tube either tomorrow or Thursday. My prayers are with this family. My heart is breaking for this little boy and his siblings. He is such a strong little guy. All I want to do is hug him. The kids are getting baptized tonight.

Heartaches

There has been so much going on lately that I haven't had the time to post at all. I've been trying to keep up with reading my favorites, but at times that becomes difficult. It seems that every year around this time I find myself swamped with things to do and get done.

There are 28 days left of school...that is crazy...but I love it.

This week there has been things that have left me heartbroken and sad for many reasons.

For one, there is a little boy in my class who's family is going through a really hard time. His mother was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease. The family found out last summer and decided not to tell their kids (younger ones) that this was going on in their family. Over the month of December they took a whirlwind family vacation and literally toured the US because they knew that their Mom would most likely not be around for this again and be way too sick to travel. The young kids in this family still didn't know why they were doing all of this.

In the last few months, she has completely deteriorated and now is in a wheelchair unable to communicate, eat on her own, or walk. I still don't know if the little boy knows of the situation. He knows his Mom is sick, but he doesn't understand. He broke down and starting crying yesterday at lunch and he still refused to say there was anything wrong. My heart is breaking for him. He is 8 years old and is going to lose his mother. I want to help this family. I will even take time out of my busy life and watch him play baseball. He needs a little cheering.

Now the Mom is in the hospital. Not sure what is going on, but the kids are not at school today. Again...heartache for them and their family. I have been praying for them and thinking of them and hoping that this sweet, little boy can open up someday and talk about what he is feeling and thinking.

After that story I can't write much more for now. Crying people...crying.