Petit Champlain Street, December 1983. I am three years old. The boutique Le Capitaine D'A Bord has opened its doors with my father as the helmsman. Open in winter a shop on a street which, at the time, has nothing to do with what we know today is a bit risky. But the first Transat Quebec / St-Malo of the summer 1984 has everything to create enthusiasm and excitement of my father. Was he a visionary? I doubt it, but he was entrepreneur!
A few years later, in May 1989, a career change brought my mother to buy the boutique Point de Mire, nearby the Capitaine D'A Bord.
In 1993, the year my father died, the Capitaine D’A Bord is sold to his nephew. A decision taken by my parents because my mother has a girl starting adolescence (I am talking about me) and a son who dreams rather to work on boats. It must be said that the time my parents spend on work and their very busy schedules make us think about our future careers.
In 2001, after spending several months in Ontario to work in a woman's clothing store and trying to learn English, I have the desire to come home and work for my mother. From an early age, during school breaks, my mother takes me with her to make purchases. I learn quickly to label, fold sweaters, etc. I have always been involved in the company. But selling scares me. My stay in Toronto tells me that I am able to serve, advice clients and more, I can do it in English!
I am lucky to work with Suzanne for 15 years now and to be associated. Is it always easy to work with my mother? A mother-daughter relationship involves ups and downs. At work, it's demanding because there is always this desire to see the pride in the eyes of my mother. I am blessed because this pride, I see and feel every day.
In my case, working with my mother is extremely positive. I have with me a dynamic and generous partner which always has full of beautiful projects.
Suzanne, here I am on this Mother's Day writing to say thank you. You've always been and you continue to be the best model that a girl could ever have. Whether in my personal or professional life, you inspire me and guide me.
The three-year-old little girl, on the Petit Champlain Street, watching her father dreaming became a young woman happy and fulfilled ... a little higher on Buade Street, at your side.
Geneviève, blogger from time to time
Je suis très touchée , émue par l'évocation de ces souvenirs. Tu sais que je suis fière de toi.
Quel beau cadeau!
HEUREUSE FÊTE DES MÈRES, chère Madame Suzanne !
Tres beau texte
Et ton texte est magnifique!
Tu es une fille formidable dont toutes les mères réves d'avoir!
Profite bien de ces beaux moments avec elle!
Grosses Bise cousine!