New Narratives
Tiny Toes
Being 30, caught between the biological clock and the urgency of climate change.
TextâBlanche Gionet-Lavigne
IllustrationsâEstĂ©e Preda
Iâve always been surrounded by childhood. My Âparents dedicated their professional and artistic lives to a youth theatre company. They are tellers of stories in which realism and magic are mixed together.
In my parentsâ eyes, children are the poets of the real.
Their companyâs most successful production was called Tiny Toes. The piece tells the story of a day in the life of my sister as she awaits an event that will shake up her world: my birth. I remember staring, fascinated, at the poster for the show, where a series of toes appeared with little smiley and sulky faces.
I always thought I would have kids. I was convinced that when I turned 30, my troubles would be less heavy, my mind would be lighter and turned toward a clear future. One day, tiny shadows would walk confidently alongside my own. I would be their sentinel, the one whoâd make them feel safe and guide them down this winding road.
Over time, though, these tiny shadows began to scare me. My throat was tight with having reached child-Âbearing age. The mere act of checking my Instagram account could disturb my mood for the rest of the dayâall my friendsâ photos of little toes stressed me out as much as rush-hour traffic.
Sometimes I would imagine them with a mouth, as on the poster for my parentsâ show. The mouths shouted that my time had come: that to be fulfilled as a woman, I needed to become a mother myself.
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I always thought I would have kids. I was convinced that when I turned 30, my troubles would be less heavy, my mind would be lighter and turned toward a clear future.
I am anxious by nature, and writing calms me down. I find my worries much more entertaining on paper. I recommend this exercise to everyone: itâs soothing and costs less than a shrink.
The year 2018 was marked, for me, by my work on the documentary play Entre autres, a collective project that examines the different points of view that inform QuĂ©bĂ©cois society. I became particularly interested in the difficulty humans have in addressing climate change. This had a therapeutic effect; the show quieted the little voice that murmured to me about an obligation to procreateâbut with arguments that I hadnât anticipated.
I didnât have a choice; I was forced to question my own relationship to nature, to examine my convictions, and was pushed outside my comfort zone. Like an explorer in a foreign country, I found myself in places I never thought Iâd go.
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A Partial Itinerary of Evolving Worry
August 2018
I argued on Skype with a climate-change skeptic who boasted about having the cleanest recycling bin in the city.
September 2018
I struck up a friendship with the director of communications of a previous Minister of the Environment, an unabashed climate-change denier.
October 2018
I went to a rally for the right-wing Coalition Avenir Québec on the night of the elections and passed myself off as a party supporter. I spoke with one of the collaborators on the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change when their latest report came out.
November 2018
I cried when I saw the mountain of debris at the recycling sorting centre.
DĂcember 2018
I was part of a radio round table on environmental guilt. I can now proudly consider myself a specialist in feeling guilty.
January 2019
I chased down theatre director Dominic Champagne after the release of his polarizing online climate-change pledge, The Pact for Transition. I drank herbal tea with a group of survivalists in northern MontrĂ©al. I spoke with psychiatrist Marie-Ăve Cotton about the human brainâs difficulty comprehending long-term threats. I began to mistrust my own thoughts. I went to the last screening of Anthropocene by Edward Burtynsky, a film of a vertiginous beauty. I got anxious. I got anxious often.
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âWeâve already hit the wall.â
âImagine, Blanche: when youâre 60, in 2050, the Greenland ice sheet and the permafrost will have melted, sea levels will have risen so high that hundreds of millions of people will have had to move. Itâs going to create violence, and chaosâit will be post-apocalyptic. And the majority of people are asleep at the wheel right now!â
âThe idea is not, âWeâre in a wide river and we have to row upstream.â The idea is, âWe need to reverse the waterâs current!ââ
There are certain words that strike us, and that we never forget. For six months, I took this information in. It was impossible not to feel concerned.
Bit by bit, I lost the desire to look ahead. I couldnât go back and continue to see things as I naively saw them before. I felt like a nearsighted person who had just been offered her first pair of glasses.
This conversation left a funny taste in my mouth. A mix of veggie pùté and the end of the world.
What I came to understand is that in order to avoid climate catastropheâto reverse the waterâs currentâwe would have to radically change our way of life. But what kinds of changes are we talking about, exactly? The answer I got to this question was, âConsume less to live better.â Fair enough, but I wanted more Âconcrete answers. It was starting to seem like everyÂ-one I spoke to would prefer to avoid them. Or almost everyone.
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At the restaurant Vego on Saint-Denis, Blanche sits with Josée, a well-known columnist, at a table at the back of the room.
JOSĂE, leaning toward Blanche as though to tell her a secret
I have a child, and I have to say, I regret now bringing him into a world like this. Because I canât find my way to hope. Weâre not making any progress!
BLANCHE, staring at her plate of veggie pùté
Do you think hope would be harmful?
JOSĂE
HarmfulâIâm not sure. But the fact remains that the best thing we can do for the environment, according to several studies, is to have fewer children. But people arenât ready for that. People are ready to buy a bamboo toothbrush.
BLANCHEâBecause itâs a huge decision! Iâve been convinced for a long time that I wanted kids. Just thinking about giving up the idea of motherhood for good makes me want to break something.
JOSĂEâWell, yeah, because it puts the meaning of life into question. Youâll see, Blanche, the biological clock is very, very strong. As human beings, we donât want to die, so what do we do? We make babies. Thatâs our passport to eternity!
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What risks are we willing to bear?
This article was initially published in Issue 07 of BESIDE Magazine.
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Still in shock, I spent the rest of my day walking in the Plateau-Mont-Royal, the neighbourhood where I grew up. I passed young parents pushing little pieces of eternity in their strollers. Was this really what I had always wanted, the unending continuation of myself?
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I recently reconnected with one of my childhood friends, Simon. Simon is a dreamerâan active dreamer. Heâs an architect who wants to change the system, remake its foundations.
He inspires me a lot. He makes me want to follow him in his dream. Simon tells me that the necessary tools are within reach: that we can create them ourselves and write a new story. He tells me about civil disobedience training courses and invites me to protests.
Simon has made choices that many would consider âextreme,â like the choice not to have children.
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At La Barberie, in Québec City, Simon and Blanche are having a pint on the terrace.
SIMONâRight now itâs all so fragile. I canât bring children into the world without being sure that itâs going to get better.
BLANCHEâWould you feel selfish?
SIMONâYes. Weâre in the process of leaving them with a debt that cannot be repaid.
The server comes to the table. Simon gets his credit card out of his pocket and holds it out.
SERVERâWe donât take credit here, sorry.
SIMONâOh, okay.
He fishes in his pocket for some cash, and hands it to her.
BLANCHEâBut are you saying that parents are nothing but heartless jerks?
SIMONâNo, and thatâs whatâs contradictory! It shows our human incapacity of facing the gravity of the problem.
BLANCHEâThis must not be something you speak about very often at family get-togethers.
SIMONâActually, itâs becoming less and less shocking. Even my mother has accepted it.
BLANCHEâOh yeah?
SIMONâWell, she would have loved it, thatâs for sureâbeing a grandmotherâbut her ideas have changed. You should talk to your mother!
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Which is what I did, that same night. I spoke to my mother and confided the fears that are taking up more and more space in my belly. And she spoke to me of the miracle of seeing the world through the eyes of a child.
My mother is always right; itâs almost annoying. Even when we donât agree, she has the power to make things resonate in me. That night, an ember came into my mind and didnât leaveâa flicker that was fed by all the encounters and conversations Iâd had during my research.

While itâs natural for fear to accompany awareness of a threat, the part I want to focus on is the awareness itself. I want to rub my worries against each other to produce sparks: to transform this energy into action. Children should be the driving forces for our hope, not the bearers of it. I want to think of them with each decision I make. We are taught from a young age to manage a bank account; we should also be taught about the immensity of the debt we are in the process of leaving behind.
But first I must learn how to reawaken my childhood curiosity, rekindle my sense of adventure, like the young audience members watching my parentsâ plays, who look wide-eyed/astonished at each new day. I have no choice: I, too, need to find this treasure for myself. This is what will lead me to care for the world, to not take it for granted, and to fight for its survival.
I wonât give up in the face of such beauty.
This is the first task I give myself, as I wait to (one day, maybe) have children of my own.
A graduate of the Conservatoire dâart dramatique in QuĂ©becâ, âŹBlanche Gionet-Lavigneâ âŹis passionate about creation and social engagementâ. âŹShe recently collaborated on the documentary playâ âŹEntre autresâ, âŹpresented at the Théùtre PĂ©riscope in April 2019â. âŹIn addition to conducting a nearly two-year investigation into our inactionâ âŹin the face of climate changeâ, âŹshe also participated in the writing and performance of the showâ.âŹ
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