Musings by Claris

Image from pixabay Of Glorious Beautiful Hair Ever since I could remember, I have always had gorgeous hair. It was long and thick and reasonably healthy, and people around me would stop to admire it, especially when it was nicely styled from a fresh blow-dry. I felt on top of the world. My hair is one of the things I have inherited from my dad. He has lovely hair, and I am always so proud to tell people, "I have my dad's hair". I used to love showing off my hair, flowing in all its glory. Of Hair Relaxers and Buyers' Remorse I grew my hair out until high school. It, however, became quite long and thick to the point I didn't know what to do with it. When I was about 19 years old, a little devil got inside my head and told me it would be easier to manage my hair if I got a  hair relaxer . I remember my mother begging me not to do it. She desperately tried to talk me out of it, but I wouldn't hear any of it. I had convinced myself that a relaxer was the only

                A good education foundation  is essential if a child is to succeed in their school life, and there are so many different factors that have to be considered when looking for a school for your child. When my husband and our two boys returned to Kenya in December 2019 after four years in Cambodia, we thought it would be easy to get a good school to take our oldest son Zeezol. However, after visiting and enquiring about ten different schools to date, we came to see just how difficult it is to find a school that would accept our son and be willing to make accommodations for him due to his learning support needs. In my previous  blog post , I mentioned that Zeezol was diagnosed with autism at the age of three years old.    My mum and I have this long-standing joke that Zeezol has gone to a "group of schools". Here in Kenya, most people use this term to refer to an affluent school. However, this is not why we say it; we say this because Zeezol has already attended mo

It's movie night at the frat house. Yes, Frat House. That's what I call my house. You see I am just but a singular damsel surrounded by loud and overbearing testosterone. Ok, It's just a fancy way of saying I am just but one girl in a house of boys. See, I have been blessed with two beautiful boys. They are my life, my heart and my very reason for being. As we cuddle under the blanket waiting for our movie to start, I can't help but think about these two that I love so much and their unique relationship. You see, my boys barely talk to each other. At all. No hellos, no goodbyes, no hey there, nothing.  Weird huh? They honestly barely talk at all. The most interesting thing about this is that they are the best of friends, two peas in a pod. My boys love each other to death and try as you might, you cannot separate these two. Their love is a unique kind of love. A different and special kind of love that some of us can only dream of experiencing. So how do they communicate

 We need to take time to appreciate what life has to offer. There is so much beauty all around us. How can we not appreciate this beautiful works of God every single moment when we walk around and take a breath? Always remember to stop and smell the roses :)