As far as my memory will take me, I have always wanted to be a mom and the desire never left me until the day my daughter was born.
As a child, I loved playing mommy and taking care of my dolls, and as I got older, my love for children influenced my choice of education.
When I finished high school it was a no-brainer that I would go and get my Early Childhood Education Diploma. I loved it so much and wanted to learn more so I went to the University of Manitoba and completed my Bachelor of Human Ecology, Family Social Sciences degree with a specialization in Child Development, and then finished a Master of Science in the same Faculty.
My story starts on my 5th birthday, the day my dad left and enrolled in the Yugoslavian Army.
I was born in Sarajevo, Bosnia I Herzegovina (formerly known as Yugoslavia). Life was great. My childhood was perfect.
Then the war broke out and the siege of Sarajevo began. Bombs were falling on our 1,041.5 square kilometres city by the thousands a day.
One night, when a bomb fell on our apartment building, our dad decided we needed to leave. So we left that week.
We got onto a Red Cross bus and travelled to Czechoslovakia (now known as the Czech Republic).
I spent the next two years living in Czechoslovakia in a refugee camp with my mom and my older brother while my dad stayed in Sarajevo to fight for our country. I was 5-7 years old when I lived in the refugee camp and attended grade 1 and 2 in this country.
My memories of the refugee camp are far and few in between, but the memories I do have all involve playing with my refugee friends. Our camp was close to a farm so we spent lot’s of time outside, playing and exploring.
The way I see it now is, war tore my childhood apart and play helped put it back together.