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Picture it… It’s October 31st, the spookiest evening of the year. You wake up from a faint sleep, and you can tell you aren’t in your own bed. You vaguely remember being wheeled into this room, but you were in so much pain the details of it are escaping you. You can hear Thriller playing on a quiet radio, and the beeping of a hospital monitor. In a daze you try to get up, but your head feels dizzy like you’ve been given something to sedate you. You try to swing your legs out

In the past few months, I’ve realized that bringing life to a dream in the form of a business is like putting together a puzzle. I knew what I wanted it to look like, but it takes time and patience to find the pieces and assure they are the right fit. Whether it be real estate, equipment, web design, everything must line up correctly to complete the vision. Perhaps the most important piece of this puzzle is staff. When opening Kids Kingdom, I knew I wanted to put diversity an

It’s quiet in the house. The only ones awake, are me and my brand-new bundle of joy. I smell his little head and soak in the sweet scent of his shampoo from the bath just before bedtime. When was that? Six hours ago. Have I fallen asleep yet? I don’t think I have. I try laying him in the basinet again and think I might have successfully transferred my tiny ticking time bomb. Then I go down to recheck the door is locked for the third time. I finally lay my head on the pillow a

You are at a birthday party for your neighbours one-year-old. The crowd begins to sing, and you see the little boy clapping his hands in rhythm, making eye contact with the camera and smiling the biggest smile. You can picture the Facebook post his mom will make later that evening, listing out all the milestones he’s hit in his first year of life. You wonder why your eighteen-month-old has yet to do anything on that list, and how you still haven't managed to catch her looking

From the moment your feet are in the stirrups to when you are apologising to the cashier who has just been complimented by your child on her mustache, children have a way of humbling us. I used to laugh at other parents’ stories of the ruthlessness of their children’s actions and public opinions. The awkward questions that they insist on asking at full volume and then repeat louder when you try to ignore. I have learned since becoming a parent myself that I was naïve to think

The door is closing and my chest in tightening. Tears are beginning to fill my eyes as I see her walk away hand in hand with a woman I just met. This doesn’t feel right, and I want to run back in and scoop my baby up. But she isn’t a baby anymore, and the other Mothers are nonchalantly walking out the daycare doors to their cars, ready for their routine coffee run before heading to work. We are in the real world now. And this is what I wanted right? Right… “Congratulations” I