Happy birthday! Today you are six years old. You continue to bring joy to every day, into everything that you do. It makes me smile to hear you wake singing in the morning, and watch it continue all day long. You hit a rough patch earlier this year, where that song (and the accompanying dance) disappeared for a while. We were so happy to see that it has returned.
This year has been filled with fun and adventure for you. You have clearly been bitten by the travel bug. Despite the fact that we took three major trips this year (Turks and Caicos, London, and Prince Edward Island), you are always looking for the next adventure. It is so much fun to see you explore the world, and to have you guide out next travels.
Your love for learning has continued to grow. Math is your favourite subject, and I love to watch you work through problems. Lately, reading has become one of your favourite pastimes in the recent weeks, as you have moved into longer stories and chapter books. It amuses me greatly when you shush me, telling me that I am disturbing your reading.
Hockey continues to be a source of great joy for you, and you have progressed really well over the last year. This is most likely due to the fact that you have yet to have had one 7:00AM practice this season; early morning practices being the only thing that you loathe about hockey. This year also saw you master solo swimming, and almost perfect two-wheel biking. I can’t wait to see what you try next!
I hope that the next year is as filled with fun and adventure for you.
All my love,
As the weather has cooled off over the last few weeks, I have been eagerly anticipating the frosty mornings that come with every autumn. They are beautiful, and they are one of my favourite things to photograph. Sadly, for me, it took until mid-November before I got my first frosty morning.
As the lils always do with the first snowfall, they we geared up and out the door long before we had to leave. They shovelled the driveway until I was ready, then we headed off on our slow walk to school. I took my camera everywhere today.
Wednesday was surreal to me. Living in a capital city, you know that there are obvious targets, but still, this is OTTAWA, my big small town, my safe town, my sleepy town. As I read the reports of what was happening downtown, I felt a momentary fear. It wasn’t that I was afraid that I’d be hurt, or that my family would be; I was afraid that others would be. I thought of friends who work downtown, and wondered what they were going through. It was a long and scary day for many of them.
That fear turned to sadness when I learned that Cpl. Cirillo had died. I cried, for his family and colleagues, for all of those who were hurting because of his senseless murder. He was an honour guard, a ceremonial position that should never have seen any violence. I cried a bit for an innocence lost, even if it was my perception of innocence.
As the day progressed, it became clear that the immediate danger had passed. There was uncertainty, so large parts of the downtown were “locked down”, and many buildings around the city were secured – doors looked so that people could neither enter nor leave. I wanted to go get my children from school, mostly because I was told that I couldn’t, but also because I needed to hold them. Eventually I got to them, but they just wanted to run. So they ran and I talked with some other moms, working through our emotions, relishing the human contact. Processing, a necessary stage. I felt refreshed afterward. No longer the slightest bit afraid, still sad, and more than a little bit angry. This is OTTAWA, who did this man think he was to mess with MY town?
Wednesday night I stumbled on the #MyOttawa hashtag, and it resonated with me. I fell in love with my city through the eyes of others, friends and strangers, those who live close, and those who have never lived here at all. It became apparent to me that an act that was meant to invoke fear and cause divide had failed to do that. Yesterday I watched my city return to business, to normal. There was an unmistakeable calm and quiet resolve here, I felt it as I started my day. This wasn’t going to get us down. Yes, there will be reviews and tweaks, but I don’t think that there will be any large scale changes to life in Ottawa. This will still be the city that I know and love. My Ottawa.