The Story Behind Helen's Stuffed Ribbit -ESOTROPIA

It's about time I share the story about Helen's Ribbit. Ribbit is the name she choose for her stuffed frog. She calls all frogs ribbit's even though she knows their proper name is frog.

It was the night before Helen's big day. The day of her eye surgery to correct the esotropia in both her eyes. Even though she already had her special stuffed animal, I wanted to get her a simple gift for the day of her surgery. Another stuffed animal. Or should I really say a stuffed amphibian frog in science terms? Helen had a thing for frogs then and still does to this day. Or should I say for ribbits.

Before the three of us left for Target to see what we could find, in hopes to find a stuffed ribbit, I said a prayer. At this moment I was alone in a room in our home. I often like to pray alone. I have been struggling with with many emotions about Helen's surgery coming up for sometime before hand. Now we were down to the night before.

As I sat in the room by myself praying I all of a sudden felt this overwhelming sense of ease. A sense that everything was going to be alright, I was going to be calm, Helen was going to be okay, Surgery was going to be successful, everything was going to go smoothly. At that very moment it felt like we had two guardian Angels watching over us. I all of a sudden broke down in tears from feeling at ease. Something I have not felt in months prior to Helen's surgery. I didn't open up to many people about my prayer and feeling at ease for a while after Helen's surgery.

Once I collected my tears, we were off to Target. The first thing I had on my mind was to get to the toy section and look for a stuffed ribbit. Lone behold there was right before my eyes one lovely perfect as can be stuffed ribbit. As if it were meant to be. As if our guardian Angels were telling us they were going to be with us every step of the process.

Ribbit was a major part of Helen's surgery day. Ribbit helped her get through so much. I still believe to this day it was all apart of her guardian Angels. And another reason why I am a believer in the power of prayer.

                 

Grammatical Errors

First off I would like to address that I value my readers, viewers and followers. 

Recently it has been brought to my attention that my blog is full of grammatical errors. I will not go into details. So here is why my blog is not perfect. 

1. I am not perfect therefore neither is my blog. My blog is raw.
2. I am not a famous blogger, or have thousands of followers. Maybe someday.
3. My blog started out as a hobby once I became a stay at home mom. With that being said, I do not always make money at blogging. Therefore, I do not pay for an editor. I proof read my own post quickly most of the time with two toddlers running in the background. 

Lastly, if you feel the need to criticize someones writing based on errors, I feel you should be a college graduate or masters in English. 

God Was On My Side

Lately I have fallen into a trap. A trap where I have felt distant with some issues lately. I am not depressed by any means. Don't worry I know what depression is. Sometimes we all just fall into these not so likable ruts. It's like having a bad day maybe for a week or couple. Ha ha.

Lately I haven't been putting the faith I should be into God. I believe this afternoon on my way to pick up our daughter from preschool God was trying to remind me he is still there.

 It has been raining all morning and still was while I was driving to pick up my daughter. Not mention I had my littlest with me in her car seat of course in the backseat. We have to take a short drive on the highway to get to Viv's school. While on the highway a car in front of me had spun out. My guess is from all the rain. It was raining pretty hard and not the easiest to see at the time so it came almost out of nowhere. Or should I say happened out of nowhere? As I started to slam on my breaks in hopes to prevent an accident because my first initial reaction was to switch lanes, was not an option at that exact moment. As I am slamming on my breaks I hear a loud horn or some noise that sounded like loud air breaks. (We have a few truck drivers on my side of the family.) As I quickly glanced in my rear view mirror I noticed a semi. First thoughts were I'm dead. I'm gong to T-bone this car that just spun out if I can't stop. Then this semi is going to slam into me if he can't slow down or stop in time. At that moment I couldn't think of anything but praying to God. I told him I need to pick my daughter up from school. She would hear the sirens from her school if this accident happened! I have a little two year old in my back seat and another daughter at a different school! At that moment of of literally seconds but felt like minutes in slow motion, somehow the semi was able to swerve over and make his way around me and I managed around the spun out car.

I thank God nobody was hurt and honestly started crying like a baby because I was so happy! Maybe it was God's way of saying, "hey don't forget I am still here for you and you need me right now." Or maybe it was just a fluke thing. But it made me realize I was pushing God aside all over again and I can not do that!