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