
Teach Your Children About Differences
Having children who are all different really teaches us a thing or two about humility, if you’ll please!
Honest stories about raising children, everyday family life, and the moments that test, surprise, and delight us.
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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.