Childcare services are one of the most important staples within communities. They provide foundations for children to gain necessary education and foster lasting relationships that help build character. Though COVID-19 has wreaked havoc on businesses, this childcare center continues to stay open to assist parents who are essential workers and aren’t able to take off during this time. Therefore, Unique Creations Childcare Center has been able to contribute to the needs of the community and address their concerns promptly. Beginning as an in-home center, Joy was able to start her business and assist children who were in need of a daycare center. With her certification only allowing 5 children at a time, she made it her goal in 2007 to expand and increase her influence on the children of the community. Within three years, she was able to purchase her own facility in Fuquay Varina, North Carolina! Since then, she has improved her certification from 5 to 30 kids, enhancing her reach and impact within the community.
"Are you surviving or thriving?" Sid Garza-Hillman wanted me to ask you.
I remember growing up in a house filled with love. I lost my brother (my father's son from a different relationship) when I was 3 years of age.
Eighteen : Adult (not really)
I want to clean up. Cleanse. Inside and out. The world is telling me to scrub. Inside and out. I'm telling myself I would like a nice interior scrub. Soul and sole scrubbing.
This piece is a no brainer, the title pretty much gives it away. It is rant if I'm honest, maybe a think-piece if I'm going to be diplomatic about it. I just want to know, why do parents feel like it is their prerogative to treat their children however they deem fit? I'm talking specifically about those that treat their children with a lack of respect, or even simple human decency for those that have it worse. I am not talking about children in terms of the young, because even parents with 'children' of adult age, fail to treat them correctly.
You wake up at 2:00 am to your 5-year-old child crawling in bed with you. You open your eyes just for a second to see what is going on. You hear his very tired voice saying “Mommy I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?” You are way too tired to get up and put him back in his room where he should be, so you let him stay. You give him a pillow and cover him up and you lay back down. You sleep for about 30 minutes tossing and turning cause you're too hot. Wake up to make sure that he is breathing. Wake up every 30 or so minutes to check on him. You have gotten about 3 hours of total sleep, when you should have had about 8.
I love my dad. I love the job that he did getting himself to America. I feel like he lived through more than most people could ever understand. He was a first generation Nigerian immigrant escaping genocide and civil war to find his way to America. GENOCIDE, and CIVIL WAR. Like at the same time.
I will say that not all poor have my integrity. There are plenty of groups of poor children, mostly boys, that will gladly pick your pocket. There's also prostitutes; not courtesans, you understand; that will steal more bills from a man's wallet when he's asleep. They call it necessity while I call it a bad decision.
When I first addressed this issue to my parents, they teased me and claimed that I was overthinking. But can such a serious topic be considered excessively? As a child of divorce and emotional abuse, I would have to disagree.
Hey, you know when you are growing up in life, you think, "I will be okay." I have been raised by a wonderful family, I can accomplish whatever I want. Wow, do you ever have to step back and take a better look at where you have been? Where you are? Where you are going? You wind up being confused, scared, with a lot of doubts, amazed at how easy you "thought" it would be. When you get out of high school you think you have planned it all out. Oh yes, going to get a great job, a cool apartment. Hang out with friends and family. But, then you have rent, utilities, a vehicle, insurance, food, laundry, ugh. Where on earth did all this come from? Oh yes, lol, life.