I am so candid

"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 d...

I lost my Mum over 15 years ago when I was in ss1 and that is the extent of familial loss I have ever experienced until recently.  God blessed me with Mothers of different ages, tribe, and class to see me through life. Far away from home, I will make friends and their Mum will take me in, show me love and care. It told me more than anything that God cares and was looking out for me. But I had this fear. I didn't know how deep rooted until I started saying I wouldn't get married. I figured marriage translated to having kids and I was fearful that I could die at a young age, leaving my kids at the mercy of relatives and I didn't want that at all. I started praying about it and I came to the realisation that I am now in Christ, old things have passed away and all things are new. I am no longer a slave to Fear! Oh how liberating. 5 years ago God made me a mother and it was the end of 'anyhowness' in my life. I could no longer take things for granted. I ...