
In love, addicted… a divided family
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
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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.