I saw firsthand the need for parental support in children’s hospitals when my Godson was born with a serious heart condition and spent six live-saving months in Sick Kids Hospital in Toronto. I was there all day, every day, for him and his parents.

What did I see? A need. The kids were great. Even the tiniest ones. Strong. Resilient. Brave.  But I'd walk through the hospital and see parents worried, haunted, terrified, exhausted, alone. With no support just for them.

As I was leaving at night, I’d see moms or dads sitting all by themselves with a child or teenager holding an IV. With no one to talk to. Often, they were in the city alone, because this was the best place that could take care of their child.

And all I wanted to do was sit down and talk to them. To somehow offer community and support. But I didn’t know how.

So, when my Godson made it out of the hospital six months later, I promised that I would not forget those parents I saw. And someday I would find a way to help them.

And so Kubby was born. Years later, the faces are different, but you—the parents—are still going through the same things. I hope Kubby brings you comfort, connection, support, and a bit of ease through this difficult time. ---Jane Cooper Ford