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I don’t know about you, but for me, the Covid-19 lockdown has had a really positive effect!

That unwritten rule that tells your inner child to think big, to look ahead, and to always have that “while we’re at it” mindset ready.

I have two little ones, ages 1 and 3. I absolutely adore them. They’re so cute. So demanding. Everyone tells me to enjoy it—they grow up so fast.

Here we go—I’m going back to work. My baby is lucky enough to have a spot in full-time daycare, and I have to get used to the idea: real life is about to b

With the arrival of our little girl in our lives, my partner and I have reevaluated everything: our work schedules, our current jobs, the city where we liv

I’m 37 years old. I had a peaceful childhood during which I could go out to play without my mom being able to track me via GPS… I’d come home when I was hu

I was a preschool teacher. Over the years, I’ve been responsible for nearly a hundred different children.

Mom, Dad… There have been some big changes in our lives lately. I’m writing this because I can’t seem to find the right moment, the time, or the courage to

I’m one of those people who see the positive in everything. In every situation I find myself in, I find something beautiful and positive.

When I was a teenager, my dear dad would often make dinner. When I asked him the classic question, “What’s for dinner?” he’d always give me the same answer

We’re having a beautiful, sunny, and very hot summer. What could be better than enjoying the pool in our backyard? Hours and hours of fun!

Between Christmas and New Year’s Day, when my partner and I had eaten our fill, our kids had received their wonderful gifts from Santa, and everyone had ma

When I became a mom, I didn’t expect to talk so much about my baby’s poop.

It’s all well and good to be a supermom and able to handle two little rascals on my own, but some daily tasks are a lot more complicated for me than others

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to understand a lot of things. I’ve realized that I learned the hard way what others learned more easily.

I want to talk about the women we don’t talk about much—whether out of taboo, shame, or fear of admitting our decline, our failure, or even our naivety.

Four years is worse than two years… I can confirm that! The need for affirmation and control is ever-present.

I've always been the kind of girl who paid more or less attention to traditions. Some of the traditions from my youth have been preserved, but very few.

Ever since they were little, my daughters have loved Advent calendars.

Before I had kids, I thought I had Batman’s immune system. A sinus infection once in a while, no stomach flu, no earaches, no fever, no “ Ahhhh, why does i

My love, we’ve known each other for a long time, long before we became a couple. We used to run into each other often. We had good conversations.

When you’re a little girl, you play with dolls. Sometimes you role-play with your brothers and sisters or friends, and that often leads to misunderstanding

I often wondered if having a child was a good idea. I didn't doubt my ability to be a mother; I feared that my child would have to live in an ugly world.

Today, I’d like to tell you about an exceptional woman. Let the statistics speak for themselves: As a mother, this woman never slept a full night in 20 yea

Well, it’s time to play outside, make dinner, eat, change diapers, then bath time and the bedtime routine.

The end of summer makes us a little nostalgic for that beautiful season that warms our hearts, but let’s not forget our season of colors—fall, of course.


No one is immune to a little bout of the blues or depression. On our first night in the hospital, my little princess—my brand-new baby—choked while spittin

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always seen myself as the mother of four boys. Well, since relationships involve compromises, we’d agreed on three.

With a title like that, you might think I’ve come up with a little story for your little one.

The infamous second night in the hospital! Haven’t you heard about it? You’re in for a real ride—just wait and see.

Just like every year, the holiday season follows the same pattern: parties, staying up late, the usual routine, falling asleep in the car on the way home,

Back in the day, families were generally large; having between 10 and 14 children wasn’t unusual.

Becoming an aunt is something I’ve always wanted. I didn’t know if it would be through my own children or not, but I always thought I’d be the “cool” aunt—


Being a mom means going shopping for yourself, but ending up with only things for your child—and being perfectly happy about it.

When I got my first car, my father told me, “Magalie, driving isn’t a right—it’s a privilege.

Always rushing around—in traffic, at home, at work. Always running late—with my tasks at work, at home, and with my bills.

Ah! Brushing teeth! That long-awaited moment of the day. A mental warm-up to get my brain ready for anything. A physical warm-up to face the challenge.

I don’t know exactly where or when, but it hit me right in the face, like a bucket of ice-cold water.

I have to admit that as I’m writing this, I’m hoping to get some tips and support because, phew… It’s hard! Why do the “terrible twos” even exist?

For several years now, I’ve been lucky enough to watch my friends’ children grow up.

Before becoming a mother, I knew there was a certain amount of judgment among parents and toward parents… but to be honest with you, I never would have ima

When you become a parent, your first concern becomes your children’s health. Yes, food, shelter, and clothes—but above all, health.

Yesterday, I attended my first two parent meetings at my children’s daycare.

I was 7 years old when my heart stopped. In the dim light of the hallway, I witnessed a horrific scene: a baby being shaken.

In one of your distant memories, from when you were 5 or 6 years old, you remember how magical Christmas was.

Being separated parents often involves much more than you might think.

I never had much trouble in school. I wasn’t at the top of my class, but I did pretty well without having to put in a lot of effort.

Let’s be honest—I’m a crafty person, a paper-fiddler , a pencil addict, a scrapbooking fan… a crafty person, for real!

Experts will agree that kids need routine, but as a mom, I’ll tell you that sometimes it’s good to spice up our daily routine.

You know how to make this little guy happy: a little fishing trip, a weekend of camping, a bag of candy, a few bucks for his piggy bank, some nice promises

Growing up, getting a job, buying your first home, and having children—all of these things come with their own set of responsibilities.

Fatherhood was long sidelined. Men were mostly relegated to the role of providers and played very little part in raising their children.

Dear teachers, I believe I speak for all parents in Quebec when I say this: THANK YOU!

Almost all of us have been in lockdown for a few weeks now. Some find the time dragging on, while others are making the most of it.

1-Feet You, my little guy, are discovering all sorts of things. You know just a tiny fraction of what we adults know.

Everyone dreams of the perfect life, and I believed in it too. I got married young and had my children young as well. I had a job and a beautiful home.

I thought I had experience—after all, I’ve raised five children… But experience doesn’t change much, and I often feel helpless when I see your tears, my ba

Here, I’ll provide information and helpful advice to support new moms and ensure the well-being of the newborn. Why?

Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today. You’ve probably heard that before.

Seriously, if you come over to my place, don't look at the mess! I'll admit that even before guests arrive, I kick myself in the butt a little and pick up

At Go, we educate our mothers, our grandmothers, our fathers, our grandfathers, and so on! Go! Don't touch my baby!

Today I feel like writing—or rather, screaming at the whole world—but more specifically at you, the father of my child, who chose to give up everything for

I’m on the verge of believing that all even numbers are cursed…. The number two—commonly known as the “terrible twos” —makes us see our little miracle as a

Élody! At two months old, she responded to her name, was always smiling, (almost) never slept, and never had any growth spurts, colic, or crying spells.

I’ve already mentioned this in another post, but being a parent means dealing with everything and its opposite. All. The. Time.

I’m not the kind of mom who takes time away from her kids. I’ve gone on the occasional romantic weekend getaway, but never ALONE… except once.

When you feel like you’re doing everything, like every obstacle hits you before it hits anyone else.

When I was about to give birth to my first child, I had my labor induced. With a knot of fear in my stomach, I woke up way too early and wrote this letter.

Since December 2018, our duo has become a trio. After my difficult delivery, I’m nowhere near ready to have a second child.

It takes two to make a baby! 46 chromosomes. 50% dad, 50% mom. You were bound to look a little like me—have the same nose or my piggy face.

One day, my son was wearing a T-shirt that my godmother had kindly given him, which read “Future ladies’ man.” It was an innocent little T-shirt, and my so

An unexpected visitor! Here’s every household’s arch-enemy. You’re driving my little ones up the wall. Who likes seeing their child struggle to breathe?

Summer is finally here! Vacation is coming! It’s time for festivals, potato festivals, the zoo, water parks, and… preachy articles about parents on vacatio

As the new year approaches, I found myself wondering what I could do differently to mark this change in the calendar.

Grief in sports is undoubtedly a minor form of grief. Even though some parents take it harder than others, at its core, it doesn’t involve anything as seri

When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait for Halloween. As soon as October rolled around, I couldn’t wait for the leaves to fall so I could make pumpkins out of o

After two months of vacation, warm weather, the beach, and camping, it’s now time to head back to school.

… well, actually, it does, a little. Shot glasses have been replaced by sippy cups and plastic spoons (which get mixed up with the coffee spoons).

I often feel out of step with today’s society, for many reasons. However, I’m very aware that there’s a wave of willful blindness regarding what the future

Just Caro. Because when I say Caroline, no one at home knows who I’m talking about.

Sometimes I hate my cell phone… I resisted for a long time (a very long time), but then I gave in.

To you, who can sing your child's favorite song 150,000 times in a single day.

Hi! My name is Juju, and I’m two years old. I’m small, but my brother is big—he’s six and goes to school. Well, not right now, anyway.

Ever since kindergarten, the school has raised some red flags about my son’s social skills.

I recently realized that I argue in front of my kids. I didn’t know that this was one of those “Education 2000” issues you have to be careful about.

Choosing a godfather or godmother can seem like a headache for many parents. In my case, the choice was clear. To me, a godparent is someone who:

A few days ago, you moved into your new home. You were leaving the house where our children were born exactly six weeks after I made the decision to end ou

I Don't Like Halloween The ghoulish decorations scare me or gross me out. I’ve always hated horror movies.

I’m going to make a little confession here: I feel sad. I know feelings are still a bit complicated for you, my sweet baby.

I don’t want children because I was sexually abused as a child, and I’m afraid of putting them through the same thing.

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always been absolutely terrified of the dentist.

We often hear people talk about what they’d like to change in their lives, about their regrets… It’s not uncommon for someone to say, “I should have travel

I don’t want anything to do with going out to bars every Friday night or hanging out with my girlfriends every day—I live for my kids.

I know I’m going to sound like I’m complaining with my mouth full, but I need to vent.

I know that these days, there’s a push to promote inner beauty. While the trend is toward a natural look—with “no-makeup” days and photos of celebrities sh

In the world we live in, no one prepares us for motherhood. No, people tell us that having a baby means changing diapers, waking up over and over again at

You’ve grown up, my baby. And yet you’re still so small. Today you’re nine months old, and I can’t help but notice that’s the same amount of time you spent

When school lets out and we put away our backpacks and lunchboxes, it finally means we can relax!

This morning, my baby, you were crying your heart out. I couldn’t put you down on the floor, leave you in your high chair, or put you in your crib.

The accusations, the shouting, the tears, the spirit of revenge taking hold—doing everything to get the biggest piece of the pie. Who’s right, who’s wrong?

No, I didn’t become a millionaire—we all know that when I buy a scratch-off ticket, it’s really rare that I win more than a measly $2!

For more than 2,020 years now, countless bloody murders, horrific rapes, shootings, confinements, and kidnappings have been taking place. Why?

Being a new mother during the pandemic has plunged me into a whirlwind of loneliness, and I don’t know how to get out of it. I’m alone.

Yes, yes, you read that right—I’m not a helicopter mom. I believe that kids should be kids—they need to learn how to fall and get back up.

Of all the things people forgot to tell me before I became a mom, the one I’m sharing here is one of the most important.

In our family, we have iDad. No, no—that’s not a typo. iDad is the dad my kids have for two-thirds of the year. Let me introduce you to iDad.

In 2003, I met Éliot. It was true love—the love of my life. He was kind, thoughtful, generous… He had all the right qualities—he was the perfect man—but he

I have a friend who likes to dress up as a woman. Halloween has a whole new meaning for him. For one night, he can allow himself to be his true self.

Unlike some moms, I was really looking forward to going back to work. Even though I really wanted my baby and love her with an indescribable love, she’s be

It’s summer, the weather’s nice, and it’s hot. You think to yourself, “This is it!

Ever since I was little, I’ve been very active in sports. I’ve played a lot of individual sports, where you alone are in control of your performance, but a

Since I had to rely on assisted reproduction for all my children, I received more rigorous monitoring than most moms, especially early in my pregnancy.

After this emotionally charged day, I head home in silence. I did something I wasn’t entirely for or against, because there are always different situations

The word “judge” is a bit of a strong one here. Let’s just say that I disapprove of certain behaviors and that I feel like saying… Seriously? Really?

I don’t want to get out of bed, I don’t want to get dressed, I don’t want to have to leave the house—I just want to stay warm on my couch.

When I think about my life plan, let’s just say I didn’t expect to end up raising my kids on my own… Unfortunately, their father decided the grass was gree

I wrote the piece “Just Some Sweetness” in July 2019. It feels like such a long time ago… It’s now March 2020. We’re in a critical period.

Things have been pretty turbulent lately: among my friends and family, on social media, in the news… Illness, breakups, financial and professional setbacks

I might come across as the demanding mom or the one who’s completely in denial about her child’s needs, but I want to make this clear right away: I’m genui

Since, as part of my job, I sometimes have to meet with families who need help and advice regarding child custody, I thought a short article on the subject

Losing a baby is a difficult ordeal to go through. It’s a grieving process, and sometimes you don’t think you’ll be able to get through this tough time.

My little, tiny baby, life goes by so fast that I don’t want to forget. I want to remember your scent.

I grew up with two brothers—one older and one younger than me—with whom I was about two years apart in age.

This is for you, the little one who was taken from me. Every day, you find your way into my thoughts; every day, until the very end, I will think of you.

It’s important to me to write these words to my staff during these very difficult times, in the midst of this pandemic.

Letting go… they’re just two little words… It’s funny, but the words “let go” come up all the time when you’re a parent or hope to be one someday… “Let go

At the start of this journey, we discover a tiny human who is completely dependent on us.

I might have had head lice… once… I’ve received at least 10 letters a year from my kids’ school about pediculosis—a fancy but rather ugly word for that pes

We can’t say it enough: happiness is found in everything around us. It’s so important to see the beauty—even in the ugly—for the sake of our growth and dev

As of this writing, we are beginning our 6th e week of lockdown. In the media, there’s increasing talk of easing restrictions, and we even have a date for

Becoming a mom—what a beautiful role. It gives us wings. We feel filled with wonder, and this role opens our eyes, reminding us of our own childhood.

First off, there will be those strangers you run into while grocery shopping. They’re pretty nosy, aren’t they?

“Celebrate the return of sunny days and the arrival of spring.” “It’s the Easter Bunny who places the chocolate eggs in the little nests prepared by the ch

I sincerely believe, from the bottom of my heart, that like everything else on this beautiful planet, love evolves.

Finding out that your child is sick is like living your worst nightmare.

This is the story of a girl named Anais (a fictional name for the purposes of this text).

The best moments of my day are when my youngest needs to drink her milk and I manage to snuggle up close to her without her squirming or wanting to wander

When my first son was born, it was extremely difficult. I don’t think I was ready. I know you’re never really ready, but still.

Let’s love our child just as they really are, without trying to change them and, above all, without letting others do so.

My daughter was an accident. A few months before I found out I was pregnant, I’d decided not to have children.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but I’m convinced I’m certainly not the only one going through this.

There’s hardly anything better for a mom than hugs from her children. They have this ability to make time stand still. My oldest was a clingy baby .

Hi! My name is Charlie! I'm nine years old and I speak English! Sometimes I’m proud and sometimes I’m embarrassed to say I’m bilingual.

Emotions are part of a child’s learning process, but you, my child, I don’t want you to learn to be sad.

I’m Filing a Complaint Against Screens I sat my son down to watch that show kids love so much—the one where little dogs save the world, and I mean, really

Murphy’s Law: “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” We all know this saying—the one about how toast always lands butter-side down, among other things

I was lucky enough to have known all my grandparents. They were very much alive and even in good health—until very recently.

I don’t know who I should address this to! The Minister of Health? The Quebec Order of Obstetricians?

A tribute to you, the little love of my life. My child, you’re so young, and yet you’re already my whole life.

5 years old. It’s time. The moment we’ve all been waiting for: My child is about to make their grand entrance into preschool!

I’ve heard through the grapevine that school boards might decide to allow nuts in schools again and focus on raising awareness about allergies rather than

I quickly noticed that my child was more sensitive to noise and light than the other children around him.

I don’t think I was born in the right era: I wish I’d had my kids in the 1990s or 2000s. Actually, I wish I’d had my kids back in my parents’ day. Why?

My dear children, I’m sorry you have to go through this. This world has turned our lives upside down over the past few months. Yes, it’s new to me, too.

Ever since I was born, I’ve loved you as big as the sky, my dear father. When I was little, I used to listen to music with you.

When I was a child, I was absolutely EVERYTHING that fits the stereotype of a girl.

My little baby, my little princess. Ever since you were born, I’ve been doting on you and protecting you from the dangers of the outside world.

I feel the weight of the inevitable bearing down on me; soon, surely, you will leave me. The feedings are becoming less frequent, and my baby is growing.

I often hear parents of children with multiple mental health conditions complain about the lack of resources in public schools.

A lot of people thrive on adrenaline, thrills, and those rushes that make you feel alive.

You took up residence in my belly very early on; some would say way too early. Just as I was turning 17, you showed up.

Apparently, 10 to 15% of women experience a condition called postpartum anxiety after giving birth… Thanks to hormonal changes that throw our emotions into

I don’t really like wearing a swimsuit in front of other people. I’ve had four kids, I have stretch marks, and I’ve got a nice little roll of fat!

As I write this, I’m in my first week as a single mom. My first week of shared custody.

What are grandparents? Just a title we give to people when their “grown-up babies” have babies of their own? People who give gifts?

You give meaning to my life. When I find myself alone, I miss you. It’s as if a piece of me is missing. The distance between us makes me anxious.

I’ll start this post by saying that I really love my mother-in-law. She’s a woman I greatly admire—someone who has taken care of her family her whole life

Five years ago, reality hit me like a ton of bricks: I was no longer in love with the father of my children.

In our society, there are many taboo topics. Over the years, certain causes have come a long way in raising public awareness.

Since I wasn’t able to take time off work during the holidays, I found myself with the option of taking spring break as vacation.

When I got pregnant for the first time, everyone was thrilled. People didn’t really ask if it was planned or what I was going to do.

But somewhere around age 11 or 12, somewhere between changing body shapes and the appearance of pimples, people’s attitudes shift.

When I was little, I had this desire, this ambition to become a mother.

During my first pregnancy, I spent a long time wondering what would drive me the craziest. Would it be everyone’s “auntie advice”?

Yeah! Dad’s back home—I’ll finally get some help taking care of the kids, catch up on sleep, split the household chores, and maybe even have some time to m

I met you, and we fell in love. Now it’s time to part ways. Unfortunately, our story as a couple ends here.

Most little girls look up to their fathers, and that’s perfectly normal. For me, it’s my grandfather.

As a parent, you’re often faced with a whirlwind of birthday gifts, one-time-use lunch portions, and clothes that come and go from the house as our kids gr

My baby. I’m sorry. After 17 weeks of pregnancy, I’m writing to you for the first time, and it’s not even to tell you how much your presence inside me fill

Isn’t living with doubt just part of almost everyone’s life? We doubt all the time.

Ever since the day I decided to have children, I knew I would fall in love with this new part of myself. I knew I was deeply meant to be a mom.

In life, very often, before having a baby, we adopt a cat or a dog… Sometimes a goldfish, but it’s less likely to live 12 years and is much less entertaini

Do you realize just how much we took for granted right before the current crisis?

Father’s Day is coming up soon, and I want to take this opportunity to pay tribute to the two fathers in my life: my dad and my son’s dad.

As far back as I can remember, I’ve never made myself a lunch five days in a row. I lack discipline, but mostly interest!

With the separation still painful, we have to plan our first holiday schedule.

When I was 6 years old, with a gap-toothed smile and eyes full of questions, I learned how to navigate society; I understood that there are social rules—wr

Getting your kid potty-trained! Oh boy! Let’s be honest… it’s not my favorite part of parenting!

I really felt the pressure when my oldest son’s teacher told me he’d have to be potty-trained within two weeks because he was switching groups, and in that

Before I had kids, I don’t think I’d ever set foot in a photography studio in my life (with the exception of my elementary school photos, which were taken

It happens fairly often that I’m alone with my two boys—ages 4 and 6 months—when we go out, including to that dreaded grocery store… Lately, I’ve run into

In the first few months of our children’s lives, we watch them grow and develop.

I’m moderately anxious. My daughters are also anxious (one more so than the other).

I came up with the idea for this post while I was taking a shower and my 3-year-old daughter was yelling at me to come play with her for the 29th time.

I remember back in high school that famous saying, “Chill out, man !" Now that I'm 32, all I want to do is CHILL OUT.

I have a child with special needs—a child who requires special attention and who asks us, as a family, to make special compromises.

Hi, my second baby! (And to any others out there—you never know.) I need to talk to you.

I've heard so much about the famous terrible twos I was afraid of that. I wasn't looking forward to my daughter turning 2.

I’m writing this anonymously because, since my parents and in-laws probably read my posts on Maman Caféine, I’d feel a little awkward having to explain the

When my partner and I started trying for a baby, we’d always said we wanted two kids in total. No more, no less!

I’m worried. More than worried. Because my baby is sick. She has a fever and other symptoms. But nothing I recognize.

You’ve just gone through a breakup. It’s not an easy time. You have to come to terms with the loss of the perfect little family you’d dreamed of.

“With her schoolbag in hand, she leaves home early in the morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile”* The day I found out you were nestled in my w

We can rage all we want against the father and stepmother of this little girl from Granby whose name we don’t know, but the fact remains that it’s the same

I remember, about a dozen years ago now, that time when I didn’t have any kids. Even back then, everyone knew I had only one dream: to be a mom.

“How come he’s not potty-trained at his age?” “How come your son is still in diapers?” “It’s about time he started using the toilet!” I’ve heard thousands

I’ve been criticized before for showing too much affection, for spoiling my son too much—and that’s why he acts out, and that it has nothing to do with aut

I’ve heard that phrase so many times. Too many times. It’s the same kind of encouragement you give a child who didn’t win the race: “It’s all about taking

Always stay focused. Stay in control of our lives and the routine that comes with them.

I'll never understand that. I'm really the kind of person who believes in "live and let live." Okay, your food.

Every Sunday, it was the same routine: I’d see Grandpa and Grandma coming to pick me up to go to the 9 a.m. Mass at Saint Thomas Church.

There are moms out there who are the type to rush over and kiss the boo-boo of their child who just fell… well, I’m not that kind of mom!

You jumped headfirst into motherhood with a preconceived idea of the kind of mom you were going to be.

When your baby is born, it’s without a doubt the best day of your life. The start of a new chapter.

Having children who are all different really teaches us a thing or two about humility, if you’ll please!

The more these #MeToo-style movements sweep through society these days, the more pressure I feel about what I want to teach our children—both our daughters

Being in a relationship is one thing, and being parents is quite another.

The summer I decided not to send any of them to day camp. Sometimes, I’ll admit, my brain goes a little haywire, and when that happens, well, stuff like th

My ex was the king of corny jokes on the 1st er April! Do you know any little pranksters? This was a far cry from a fish stuck to your back!

When my daughter was a baby, I wouldn’t let my Chihuahua near her for fear he’d bite her.

Many people will tell me that I should be content with the children I already have—because, yes, I already have four beautiful children.

5:55 a.m. “Mamaaaaaaaan!!” Here we go. Child 1 wakes up 5 minutes before the alarm goes off… as usual.


I met you 14 years ago; we were in the same class. While puberty had already begun for some, little cliques were forming, and people were gradually buildin

Hello! My name is Malek, I’m 4 years old, but I’ll be turning 5 very soon.

Sweetheart, now that you’ve started school, I’d like to tell you a story. It’s the story of a little girl. She went to school, just like you.

I’ve always loved my clothesline. I love the scent that the air, the gentle breeze, and the warmth of the sun leave on the fabrics.

You start out with the best of intentions. The night before, you make a plan and “remind” them to get a good night’s sleep and have a perfect morning so yo

School ended with a special event, as if to fuel the excitement even more.

I waited so long for you, my sweet little baby. After several long months of dealing with the disappointment of my period cramps returning, I’d finally got

Like all moms, you deeply hope your baby will never get sick. Let’s be realistic: that’s about as likely as winning $60 million in the lottery.

In a few days, you’ll start kindergarten. You’ll also have your last day at daycare.

I recently saw a social worker to address some personal issues. From those sessions, I came away with the phrase “the Walt Disney parent.” Do you have any

During my fourth pregnancy, I was asked several times if I was afraid my fourth child might be autistic.

Who would have thought that such a small word—just six letters long—could have such a huge impact?

In an effort to keep my house somewhat clean (let’s just say that with two kids, I’ve given up on my ideal of what a clean house looks like), I vacuum beca

For my oldest child’s last party, I had what I considered (and still consider) the best idea ever for entertaining the kids—and maybe even their parents a

When I saw the positive result on the pregnancy test on June 27, it was a magical day for me and my partner.

When we think about school for our child, two things come to mind: tears and joy. We can hardly believe we’ve already reached this point.

When the last school bell rings, the students will jump for joy! When the kids start getting restless, eagerly awaiting the arrival of all those beautifull

Recently, I had to take my 14-month-old son to the hospital because he keeps getting ear infections.

I’m a super-neat mom. I’ll admit it. And here, I’m not talking about my house or myself. Although… Anyway, I’m talking about my baby.

Unfortunately, summer has come to an end, much to my regret. I imagine I’m not the only one who already misses it!

As Marjo's song goes, "The one who goes, the one who goes"… With a few changes. I wonder when this will end.

It’s a fact: more and more couples are splitting up. We fall in love; we decide to start a family; we think we’ll spend the rest of our lives with that per

Do you ever take the time to pause during your week, month, or year? Do you reflect on your life as it is now?

Motherhood isn’t like it is in the pictures All those lovely theories and unsolicited advice about bedtime, pacifiers, tantrums, routines, meals, potty tra

I was strong, proud, and full of life. I charged straight ahead, head held high.

Giving every child a pile of gifts as big as a planet for Christmas? What a dream!!

A child can do just about anything. Act? “Fafa, baby!” He loves so deeply that he can bring a tear to your eye.

It started right from the beginning… When you were pregnant, you had an amazing baby shower, with tons of thank-yous to send for the thousand and one thing

My parents separated just as I was starting elementary school. I was young and carefree. I lived with my mom and saw my dad a few weekends a month.

Quarantine is a great way… to get on each other’s nerves. Your boyfriend is driving you crazy.

What’s the ideal age to have a child? When is the perfect time in life to start a family? In your 20s, or your 30s?

“Kadi”—that name you keep saying over and over in your little voice full of smiles.

When I wake up in the morning, my ears are filled with music. And what about my days! No, not the coffee grinder my husband is using right now.

When people told me about the terrible twos , naive as I was, I didn’t believe in this “phenomenon.” As if all our kids were robots programmed to start act

Back in my day, sex, alcohol, proms, and murders were practically unheard of in our TV shows.

At my house, it’s probably not much different from yours. At every meal (or almost every meal), there’s always one of the kids (or even all of them) who po

Tonight, I gently cuddled my children as they slept soundly before going to bed myself.

I love being connected on my cell phone: Facebook , Messenger , little games, emails, and so on.

Sometimes I think it would be helpful for everyone—moms and non-moms alike—to compile a list of phrases that should never, under any circumstances, be said

What you do on weeknights and some weekends, you do out of passion. Even before we met, you were already giving your time.

This weekend, I took an essential trip outside my region: I went to visit my grandfather. My grandfather is 92 years old.

Seriously, what are these EAR INFECTIONS? Just a simple earache? A bug that mainly affects kids? A complication from a simple little cold?

The weeks fly by at breakneck speed. We’ve barely started Monday, and suddenly it’s already Thursday night.

This past weekend was my youngest daughter’s sixth birthday, and I was struck by just how fast life goes by.

I’ve heard time and again that love isn’t divided—it’s multiplied. No matter how strong the bond you share with your first baby, you’ll be overwhelmed by a

Today, I want to speak to you. You who are always there for me with love and kindness.

I’m writing this letter knowing full well that you’ll never read it. It’s not that I wouldn’t have wanted to carry you in my womb, or that I wouldn’t want

When I had my daughter, I was afraid to go out alone with her, worried she might suddenly start crying and be inconsolable.

You came into my life, and from our very first conversation, I told you that I had a 6-month-old daughter and that she was my priority.

To you, the parent who’s upset because your child lost a sock: Know that at this age, kids are constantly taking off pieces of their clothes.

Work, school, family, relationships, kids, household chores, and cooking… our responsibilities just keep piling up.

It’s obvious there will be bad days. Difficult days when simply putting one foot in front of the other to work (from home), entertain, and educate the kids

There are days when I hate the people who invent kids’ toys. I never thought I’d become this obsessed with testing out toys before buying them—at least not

I made it through the first few nights, the teething, the " terrible twos " and " f**king four ", My daughters are 8 and 11 years old. Tweens!

That’s it! You did it! You’ve survived your move! Sure, there’s probably still plenty left to do, but you and your little ones have made it to your new pla

That’s it—vacation is finally here! The one you’ve been waiting for all year. The one you worked so hard for, putting in all those hours.

Warning: I’m not lumping all girls together, but from talking with friends, there are a lot of similarities among girls.

I have a dear friend of nearly 15 years. We met in high school and hit it off right away.

Thank you to everyone who, without giving in to panic, is taking things seriously and has chosen not to bury their heads in the sand.

Well! I’m aware that today’s topic won’t be the most popular one. I even expect to have a brick, a lantern, a chair, a cross, and probably a statue of the

Lately, I’ve been hearing this phrase a lot whenever I say my kids are different: “Yeah, but we’re all different in some way.” I have blue eyes, and my nei

This morning is pure panic—I’m going through a terrible ordeal, the nightmare of an outdated wardrobe.

In our society filled with war and violence, screens and technology, inequality and injustice, and role models—both female and male—that leave much to be d

The year is drawing to a close. For some of us, it was made unforgettable by the arrival of a new family member, a new relationship, a promotion, or positi

I’ve always wanted to bring them into the world, to become their mom. For as long as I can remember, they’ve been part of the plan, part of my future.

In this vast world, we were lucky enough to meet. We looked up at the same moment, and our eyes met.

Who doesn’t love fall? The leaves and the scent they give off. The traffic jams and those majestic palettes of colors. The season of squash and soups.

To be honest, the question “What’s for dinner?” is THE question that’s gotten on my nerves the most since I became a mom.

Is he sitting in my belly? What’s going on—doesn’t he understand how a fetus’s life works?!

I’m one of those lucky moms who doesn’t get paid parental leave, but Dad gets it instead!

What’s a typical weekend day like at your house? Here, the kids sleep well, eat well, and take care of themselves.

Becoming a mom—what a wonderful role. It gives us wings. We feel good, filled with wonder.

When we’re browsing the “Internet,” scrolling through our Facebook news feed, peeking in on the neighbors, or even when we’re grocery shopping, we see love

Should I make the decision now? Should I give us some more time? What could change at this point?

We often talk about bullying as an abuse of power—sometimes at work, sometimes at school—depending on age.

Have you ever asked yourself this question, or have you found yourself coming to this realization?

I’m so fed up… I can’t stand seeing and hearing comments like, “I’m looking for a diaper bag for a girl, a stroller for a boy, early learning toys for a ba

Dear candidates for the office of Prime Minister, You all have great ideas and excellent promises! You seem smart—most of the time.

YOU, the father of my daughter. The one who gave me everything I’ve ever wanted: love.

It took me so long to find our family balance. After going through postpartum depression, I didn’t know where I fit in our family anymore.

I love windows; I love the light they bring into my home. I love the natural light and the view of the bird’s nest in the tree.

Over the years, season after season, amid the frantic pace of pants that were too short and shoes that had become too tight, I’ve felt this nostalgia growi

I know you’ve always wanted to have children of your own—for as long as I’ve known you. I’d love to have children with you, too. When? I really don’t know.

Even at birth, a baby boy is more likely to die than a baby girl… In his first four years of life, he’s more likely to be hospitalized.

Today, I’ve decided to address a taboo subject: perinatal bereavement.

How can you convince yourself that it’s okay? That you have beautiful children.

You’re only 3 years old, and I’ve already known four little versions of you. First there was the newborn, my first baby.

I think I can safely say that this has happened to all of us: Dad (or someone else) was trying his best to calm the baby, but as soon as Mom picked him up,

Over the past few years, the diagnoses have come in. There are still a few more to come.

Because sometimes, as parents, we feel completely overwhelmed by our daily grind—commute, work, sleep—and we forget that happiness is found in the little t

In general, you like your life. But sometimes, everything goes wrong. It starts with that night when you barely slept at all.

A message for absent fathers and mothers facing this sad situation... Your indifference toward your children hurts.

I’ve always been slim—just like that, without doing anything. Having kids hasn’t changed that much.

Poor you, 2 e terrible twos to end up at my place. You’re already in trouble twice over; you’re the black sheep—in short, you have all the traits associate

They got married, lived happily ever after, and had many children. Who hasn’t heard a fairy tale that ends this way?

Ever since you had your first child, you’ve been reading a lot of articles about unfit fathers.

2020. The age of social media and smartphones. The age of parents who spend a little less quality time with their kids because they’re too busy judging Suz

This morning, big guy, you had a huge tantrum. A massive, over-the-top tantrum for what had happened.