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Musings Of A Five Year Old ; Let's Rock & Roll

"My Kids are Special". 
"My Son is a genius."
This is not to say other kids aren't, but it is what I reiterate to my children everyday. I tell them how proud I am of them. How I love them. Giving out lots of hugs and kisses.

Now, I am not saying everything is all rosy, there are days we don't see eye to eye, when they play too rough and break their Granparents flask, or allow their Dad's laptop to fall off the bed, or the day they refuse to understand I don't have change for lollipop and they start whining which stresses me out, but what can I do?

The core of my parenting is being intentional and positive. The desire to raise kids that are thoughtful, compassionate, fair, kind and who love God.
In all of these, they are really cool kids and I am grateful to God for the privilege to parent them.

That been said, the conversations I have with my 5 year old deserves a special mention hence the title 'Musings Of A Five Year Old'.
They will be deep, because its deep for me to hear a five year old talk as he does. These conversations are weird, un censored and will be written in typical toddlers speak. His brother who also talks like someone that grew up in London will not be left out 😂😂.

I hope these posts as all my other posts will give you hope, and joy, and peace and everything I know God desires for us.
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  1. AyobamiMay 30, 2020 at 2:11 PM

    Being intentional and positive goes a long way in parenting and like you said there are great kids.

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    1. Temilade AduMay 31, 2020 at 6:00 PM

      Exactly. We have to always make the effort to be intentional.

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  2. MoMay 31, 2020 at 4:29 AM

    Power of postiver affirmation!
    Bravo sis!

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  3. MoMay 31, 2020 at 4:31 AM

    Power of positive affirmations
    Bravo sis!

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