It takes a village to raise a child.
In 2018 I had my son and swiftly realised parenthood was as beautiful, hilarious and fulfilling as confusing, lonely and overwhelming. Funnily enough, feelings I’d often associated with self-employment. I was underprepared and like many of us living hectic urban lives without family on the doorstep, relied on overburdened friends, unfiltered forums and a patchwork of childcare.
Frankly, not dropping the ball (/baby) was hard enough. And when you’re spread thin, it's too easy to overlook this crucial early phase. Years so important, they lay the foundations for all that is to come.
Yet our career demands mean we often place our children in the care of those too stretched to meet their needs, in environments ill-equipped to let them flourish, while rushed drop-offs and pick-ups allow little time to connect on a meaningful level.
