It seems absurd to some. We adopt them and call them our babies. We let them sleep in our beds and some even dress them up in sweaters or raincoats to protect them from cold weather chills.
Bianca Bujan Tweets
On a recent visit to the small Texas town of Amarillo, I attended the World Championship Ranch Rodeo - a global gathering of the nation’s best working ranch cowboys. As I strolled through the sea of competitors and their families, something stood out for me when it came to the children that the ranchers had in tow: none of the kids had phones in th
As an adoptee with parents who have been supporting kids in the foster care system for over 20 years, I know firsthand that raising awareness for adoption is imperative but it’s also only the first step in finding a solution to the crisis that currently exists.
People presume that because I’ve abandoned a nine-to-five corporate career to work for myself, I’ve obtained the unobtainable: the highly coveted work-life balance that most parents crave.
When I hear the word “mindfulness,” I think of the scene in Eat, Pray, Love where Julia Roberts’ character attempts to meditate for the first time.
They catch me by surprise - every time. I’ll be scrolling through my jam-packed iPhone calendar to review our schedule for the upcoming week, when my eyes will suddenly fall on the words that most parents dread: PD day.
Usually, an after school brawl initiated by a troublesome teen who sucker-punches an innocent classmate would result in immediate detention - or even school suspension.
Parents struggle with balancing the overwhelming feelings of fear, anxiety, and heartache, while trying to keep their children protected from the harsh realities of the world.
There’s nothing more annoying than opening your door at 10 p.m. on Halloween night to find a group of shifty teens on your doorstep, dressed in street clothes and coaxing for candy. But while the late-night, lackadaisical loot-luring is less than appealing, it certainly isn’t worth implementing a preventative law as a result.
When I first discovered that both of my school-aged children were to be on the older end of split-grade classes for the new school year, I felt divided.
According to recent headlines, letting your kids walk to school on their own puts them in harm’s way.
It’s back to school time and Facebook is blowing up with memes, videos, and whiny posts about the school supplies lists that are pestering parents as September approaches.
It wasn’t until the recent anti-racism rally in Vancouver that I more carefully considered how much I wanted to tell to my young children about all that is happening in the world, and whether or not it would be worthwhile to involve them in the events that ensue as a result.
When I worked in a bar during my college years, it wasn’t uncommon for inebriated imbeciles to grope my rear, or comment on my cleavage as I tried to wiggle past their overly-crowded tables to place their orders.
Last year my son decided to take a hip hop class. He showed up to each class bursting with enthusiasm, and when the day came to perform on stage with his peers, he danced with confidence.
It started as a knotted rag dipped in honey in the early 1900s, and was later patented as a baby comforter comprised of a latex tip and a plastic shield and ring, created by a New York company called Binky Baby Products (a brand name that eventually evolved into a generic term for the scandalous suckers).
When I first saw the headline of a story shared earlier this week by CBC called, “Want to be happier? Hire a housekeeper,” I thought to myself, “Duh.”
A few years ago - before child number three was born - we took our two young children on our first family vacation - a seven-day cruise through Mexico.
It’s no secret that party guests scoff at baby shower games.
Kids running barefoot through grassy meadows and sandy beaches, with dirt on their faces and half-dead butterflies clasped between their tiny hands. Streaks of red Freezie dye colouring the corners of their mouths as they giggle and play with their pals until dusk. Schedules have been tossed and boredom banished because there’s plenty to do when yo