Telling the story of my life in my home - Fort McMurray, Alberta.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Inspired in Fort McMurray - Girls Inc. of Northern Alberta

There have been times in the journey of this blog over the last three years when I have been deeply humbled. This happened again this week when it was announced that I was a nominee for the Girls Inc. of NorthernAlberta Women of Inspiration series presented by Syncrude.

I am extremely fortunate to count some of the previous Women of Inspiration as my friends and in some cases my inspiration. It is a bit overwhelming to be included in a group of women I hold in such high regard, and who have done amazing things in our community. I am admittedly proud to be counted among them, and I am unashamed in that pride as I think being proud of what we do or accomplish is not something of which to be ashamed.
I am a huge fan of Girls Inc. as their mission is to encourage young women to be smart, bold and strong. These qualities are ones I hope all people aspire to, but I suppose given the fact that I am a woman and the mother of a daughter I am even more passionate about ensuring young women embrace those qualities.

Being smart, bold and strong will not make the world a perfect place. It will still be a place of challenges and difficult times, but those qualities prepare us to face those moments and to meet them with a mixture of intelligence, strength and courage that allows us to conquer them. Being smart, bold and strong is not necessarily something we are born with, though – we need to have those around us to encourage it, to foster our development as individuals and as human beings. We need to learn those qualities and how to use them – and through their programs and advocacy work Girls Inc of Northern Alberta does exactly that.
I happen to live with a smart, bold and strong young woman. She is intensely opinionated, and she is brave in a way that at times even startles me. She is not perfect (much like her mother) but she inspires me every single day to be a better person, to work harder, to strive for excellence in what I do and to be honest and true to myself in the same way I want her to be honest and true to herself. And the reality is that it isn’t always easy, not for either of us.

Not everyone appreciates strength, intelligence and boldness in women. There are those who find it intimidating and who are threatened by it. I fear that someday my daughter may encounter the same kind of people that have always tried to silence strong, smart and bold women – the kind that every smart, strong and bold woman I know has encountered in their life. But what I want her to know is that there is a group of women who stand behind her and with her, and with all the young women of this world. There is a group of women who will defend the right to be strong, smart and bold, who derive their inspiration from each other and from the young women of this world who are developing their own strength, courage and intelligence. The Women of Inspiration are a just a few of those women, a collective of those who want to encourage other women of all ages to embrace their own strength, courage and intelligence and to share it with the world – even when it seems some in the world want to quell it.
I don’t feel like I am a woman of inspiration, to be honest. I feel as if I am a woman who is inspired by all the women around me who do so many incredible things, the ones who are captains of our industry, who run our social profit organizations, who advocate for causes large and small, who find the courage to deal with the challenges, the intelligence to navigate tricky waters and the strength to forge on building our community every single day.

I am honoured to be a Woman of Inspiration. I am grateful to Girls Inc of Northern Alberta and those who saw fit to nominate me for this honour. I am however perhaps even more grateful to all those, especially the women, who have supported my daughter and I in this community and helped us to achieve our goals and dreams. As a Woman of Inspiration if I am able to inspire just one person – maybe even my own daughter – to strive to be a strong, smart and bold woman then I have accomplished something of which I am deeply proud. Part of being strong, smart and bold is recognizing that it is okay to be proud of yourself at the same time you feel humbled – and today I feel both of those things, and am so happy to be able to share them with you.

Monday, July 21, 2014

When Bad Things Happen in Good Places

Sometimes bad things happen, even in good places. Fort McMurray is no different in this regard, and I have often written about some of the things that have happened here that sadden me. This weekend, though, I heard a story which angered me as well, because what makes it even worse in my mind is when bad things happen to visitors to our community.

Serben Free Range is a 4th-generation old-style free-range family farm. As many in the community know this farm, located near Smoky Lake, has been making the trek up to Fort McMurray for some time to sell their meat products to the people of this community. Now, Serben farms the old-fashioned way, the way my father always farmed and insisted was the right way - small scale, no antibiotics, no growth hormones, no feed additives - none of the nonsense which has come to dominate the world of factory farming. This isn't some corporate farm but rather the Serben family farm, a farm developed through four generations of knowledge, expertise, experience and, I would venture, love.

Recently Serben Free Range has been in the community to participate in the Urban Market downtown. My understanding is that there is significant cost for them to make the journey here, and on some trips their only goal is to break even and not lose money. Why do they come here? Well, to present this community with the opportunity to enjoy farm products that don't come from a grocery store, sealed in plastic and with a questionable history. They come here because there is a demand for the goods they produce, and so they make the lengthy trek north in order to serve the needs of this community.

I follow Serben Free Range on Twitter and Instragram. As the daughter of a farmer I love seeing a little slice of their life, family farming at its finest and a continuation of a profession and lifestyle I honour as part of my legacy. While I still co-own the family farm it is now leased to someone else and in some ways my connection to the land has been broken as my father, due to injury, had to give up farming when I was a young child and I grew up urban instead. But I still feel that bond with farmers as so much of my extended family still farms, and I still feel it every time I visit the farm I own with my sisters and stand on the land my father once tilled decades ago.

This weekend, though, I was deeply disheartened to learn that when the Serben family was in Fort McMurray at the last Urban Market they were the victims of theft. Their money from the market was stolen during their time in our community, and besides feeling outraged for them I felt deeply saddened that our community would treat a guest in such a way. And the Serben family are guests here, deeply welcome ones who we appreciate and recognize for their commitment to bringing to us something we would otherwise not be able to enjoy. I suppose for me it's not even about the produce they bring but the connection they make me feel every time I see them tweet or share a photo about happenings at the farm. They remind me of that connection, one with people who are honest and pure and good. They remind me, I suppose, of my dad.

On July 30 at the next Urban Market I intend to show my gratitude to Serben Free Range for their continued commitment to our community, even when some individuals in our community may be less than stellar examples of the true nature of who we are. I intend to show up and buy some of their products, and I would encourage everyone who has some connection to the land (and for the record that would be all of us since we all eat) and who wish to show them the true nature of this community do the same.

Sometimes bad things happen in good places, and Fort McMurray is a good place where, on occasion, bad things happen. But the most remarkable thing about this community is our ability to take something bad and turn it around, salvaging what has gone wrong and making it right again. We can't erase the experience the Serben family had in our community - but we can certainly show them the Fort McMurray love and let them know that the actions of one person do not and will not define our community. We can ensure they see our gratitude and our appreciation for what they do, and we can show them the real "big spirit" of our community. We can come out to the next Urban Market and support their business, their livelihood and their commitment to this community.

I think it's the least we can do when bad things happen in a good place, really.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Connecting to the World through the Art of Zhen Shan Ren (Truth, Compassion, Tolerance)

I stand there in silence, a deep unease filling me somewhere around my chest. I have just walked out of my office and found the painting directly across from my doorway, and the eyes of the young woman depicted stop me in my tracks. I cannot look away, but it is not because of the amazing quality of the piece (and the quality is amazing). It is because the piece has caught a piece of my soul in some way, and in that instant I feel a connection to it that I don't quite understand and will take some time to figure out. It is my first encounter with the art work of a new exhibition at the MacDonald Island Community Art Gallery.

As part of my role with the Regional Recreation Corporation I have begun to act as MC for the opening receptions at the art gallery housed in the hallway just outside my office door. I have been pleased to MC these events as I have met a wide and wonderful variety of artists and art patrons and had the opportunity to enjoy some incredible exhibitions of various types and themes. The new exhibition, The Art of Zhen Shan Ren International Exhibition, has come a very long way to Fort McMurray as it is mostly comprised of works by Chinese artists, and it centres on Falun Gong, a meditative practice outlawed in China in 1999.

The coincidence in my world is that when we were in Toronto recently the Intrepid Junior Blogger and I were hanging out at Nathan Phillips Square when an Asian man approached us. Middle aged and eloquent, he asked if we knew anything about Falun Gong, and when we replied we did not he spent some time with us explaining the practice, the meaning it has for practitioners and what has happened since it was banned in China in 1999. He explained he was a practitioner of Falun Gong, and that when the practice was banned he was subjected to daily threats and intimidation. He was told he would lose his house, his job and his family. As other practitioners began to disappear never to return he realized his life was in danger, and his choice was to either denounce Falun Gong or leave China forever. Fortunately he had the option to leave and so he did, coming to Canada where he could live a life free from such intimidation and fear and educate others about Falun Gong. It was an intense conversation, and the IJB was just as intrigued and alarmed as I, particularly when he shared the details of the shadowy harvesting of human organs in China, many of which seemed to be coming from prisoners who were members of the Falun Gong.

When we left the park the IJB, who is both a natural and trained skeptic, turned to me and asked if I thought what he said was true - could he be making it all up? I said I didn't know for certain, but that I knew I believed in both our capacity as humans to do tremendous good and tremendous evil - and so we went back to the hotel and we read about Falun Gong, learning the many truths of the stories he told us that day.

What a coincidence, then, that arriving back at work I found a note asking me to MC an opening reception for an international art exhibition depicting both the practice of Falun Gong - and the suffering of those who have been persecuted since 1999 by a government hell bent on total control of its citizens, including what they think and believe.

This is not an "easy" exhibition. Yesterday I walked through it in its entirety, marvelling at the beautiful works of art and the stunning quality of the paintings, enlightened by the ones showing the meditative practice - and heartsick at the ones depicting the persecution and sorrow of the devout practitioners who have been imprisoned, tortured and even executed for their beliefs. I kept reflecting on how complacent we are in Canada, how comfortable we are in our freedom of belief and expression, knowing that we can choose to believe and not lose our jobs, our homes, our children or our lives. By the time I reached the end of the paintings I had to go sit in my office for awhile just off that hallway in solitude as I needed some time to compose myself before continuing with my day. The impact was powerful and deep and combined with the conversation I had in Toronto brought home the real human cost of events in a country far, far away but to people who are in every important aspect just like me.

Today at 2 pm I will have the honour of acting as MC for this exhibition. The opening reception is free to attend and there will be members of the Falun Art Organization present, individuals who can explain Falun Gong and help others understand both the practice and the consequences practitioners who have refused to denounce it since 1999 have endured. This is much more than an art exhibition, you see, as it is an opportunity to learn more about the challenges others in our world face. It is a chance to stand in solidarity with those who are simply asking to be allowed freedom of belief and expression and who are seeing that request denied in the most horrendous ways.

The Art of Zhen Shan Ren (Truth, Compassion, Tolerance) International Exhibition is an absolute Fort McMurray do not miss event. I would advise some degree of caution as the works can be powerful, particularly for those who find artworks emotional. The paintings are beautiful, intricate in every way and lovely - but it is the story being told where the true beauty, and pain, lies. Art isn't always about pretty pictures, you see. Art can be about learning, about understanding the world and even about challenging yourself to put yourself into the shoes of another person, to see the world from their perspective and see both their joy and their suffering.

It was very late Thursday night when I realized why the painting I had seen earlier that day had stopped me so completely. I was raised Roman Catholic, and one of the strongest images in that faith is the crucifixion, the classic pose with Christ on the cross, head slightly lifted. Once I connected the two, those many, many images of crucifixion in my head and the painting, I knew why it had such a deep impact on me. The painting had tapped into a deep emotional reserve inside me, one forged decades ago.

Go see the Art of Zhen Shan Ren. Go see it knowing you may be deeply impacted, go see it and learn more about Falun Gong, go see it and understand how fortunate we are in this country. Go see it and know that at some point you may find your eyes filled with tears, just as mine did late Thursday night when the connection was finally made in my head and the pieces came together as I thought about a middle aged man in a park in Toronto who had escaped persecution and the many others who never would. Sometimes art can even make you cry - and maybe that is exactly why art connects us on every level even when our nationalities and our country borders divide us. Maybe in the end that is truly what art is meant to do.

Friday, July 18, 2014

The Definitive Narrative of Fort McMurray

On occasion I have fielded several requests in one week.

They come from all sorts of sources – print media, television shows, film makers – but they all centre around one topic: Fort McMurray. Often the requests are asking to meet with me to learn more about our community, to get an “inside” perspective, to reveal the “true Fort McMurray”. This summer, though, the requests have dropped off significantly as compared to the last couple of years, and frankly I am deeply relieved as I think we may have begun to approach a tipping point in media coverage of our community.
We have seen it covered from almost every angle. There have been stories on being a young man in Fort McMurray and on being single , female and dating in Fort McMurray. There have been interactive online web games and documentaries filmed by “serious” commentators and by comedians. The coverage has been almost obsessive in nature as the curiousity about the region seemed to grow as stories about the oil sands did. I think, though, we are seeing some degree of media burnout, and I can imagine the conversations with editors and project funders occurring now:

Filmmaker/journalist: I want to pitch a story about Fort McMurray...
Editor/funder: What’s the angle?

Filmmaker/journalist: Young men in a bustling boomtown, the drugs, the crime...
Editor/funder: It’s been done.

Filmmaker/journalist: The gender disparity, the dating challenges, the men vs. women dynamic...
Editor/funder: Also been done.

Filmmaker/journalist: An interactive web game, a comprehensive documentary, a sweeping portrayal...
Editor/funder: Also done.

Filmmaker/journalist: The impact of the oilsands on the community, the environmental costs, the destruction...
Editor/funder: Done like dinner.

Filmmaker/journalist: I want to pitch a different story about a different town now...

The reality is that I think many of the stories that have been told by external media in recent years have revealed one very pertinent truth: Fort McMurray is not all that different from anywhere else on the planet. Far from being the home of some sort of compelling deep and dark stories that chill the soul or make you despair for humanity Fort McMurray is kinda like everywhere else, with some tremendously positive stories and some that are quite sad. Far from being so vastly different from anywhere else Fort McMurray is similar enough to other places that those reading about it begin to suspect the stories being written and told could have come from almost any other community in Canada.
Oh, there are unique aspects, like the average household income and disposable income, but for the most part Fort McMurray is a lot like all the places where those reading or watching these stories happen to live – and so, with each new story told, the belief that somehow it is some alien place begins to disappear until it blows away in a puff of smoke.

Now, this is not to say that there are no stories in Fort McMurray, as there are thousands, as many as there are people. But what is lacking are the lurid stories that some are looking for, the ones that get the heart pumping with outrage or disgust. No, those stories might exist but they are not the “definitive” Fort McMurray story, only part of a much larger picture of life.
Speaking of that “definitive” story – an interviewer recently asked me for the definitive story of Fort McMurray. I stared at them blankly. I said I could tell them MY story, but that it was not definitive of the community, just of me. They pressed again for the “true narrative” of the community and I looked at them and said: “What is the definitive narrative of YOUR community?”. They stopped, looked at me, and replied: “That really is a pretty dumb question, isn’t it?”, and then we talked instead about my story of life in the community, just one small slice of this place I call home.

I don’t miss those interview requests I once fielded, as I could on occasion meet with three different journalists or filmmakers in one week and it was exhausting. I also don’t miss the intense interest from outside eyes, as the scrutiny was occasionally unnerving (and like Schrodinger’s cat I often wondered if the observation would affect the outcome of the experiment). I know the interest may pick up again some day and the requests may start again, but for now I am quite content to simply observe my community from within, our strengths and our weaknesses, our triumphs and failures, seeing thousands of “definitive narratives” acted out every day on our small stage in the world.
Fort McMurray is not devoid of stories - it is in fact full of tens of thousands of them, every single one just as unique as the individual who tells them. The funny thing is, though, those stories just aren't that different from the millions of unique stories every individual in this country can tell - and perhaps that similarity is truly the narrative that defines us all.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Three Stories, Two Heroes and One Way to Show Gratitude

Today I would like to address three different stories that have appeared recently in local media. The stories may seem rather disparate on the surface, but if you bear with me to the end I think you will see how they, and how we all, interconnect in our lives in this community.

First, I was delighted to learn that Dion Lefebevre is being recognized with an award for heroism. Just over two years ago in a tragic and unforgettable collision on Highway 63 that claimed seven lives Dion pulled two children from the wreckage. One of the two was one of the only two survivors of the crash, and the other, a young woman not much younger than the Intrepid Junior Blogger, eventually succumbed to her injuries. This collision changed the trajectory of many lives, having a tremendous impact on the family, friends, colleagues of those in the collision as well as on the entire community. I would suspect one of the others most deeply impacted was Dion, as I know others who have been first-on-scene after such collisions and the effects of seeing such sights and being one of the first to respond to those in distress are long lasting. I have had the great honour of meeting Dion, a humble man who rejects the title “hero” (although he clearly is one) and seeing him one of three Canadians to be honoured with a Carnegie Medal for his heroism is gratifying, although I continue to be so very, very sad that the collision in which he displayed his heroism occurred at all.
Second, I followed with avid interest last night as Phoenix Heli-Flight unveiled their new medevac helicopter, one designed to ensure the timely 24/7 access to emergency medical care for the residents of this region. Paul Spring of Phoenix has been tireless in his efforts to secure funding for this service, finally reaching an agreement with industry and the municipality to ensure this service remains viable for another year. Alberta Health Services, while they continue to pay on a fee-for-service basis, continues to review the request to provide funding for this service and I anticipate – and expect – a successful result from that deliberation as while the wheels of government grind slowly I believe the decision to contribute to the funding for this service is the correct one. Just as Dion Lefebvre is a hero so too is Paul Spring, as they both know what it is like to put it all on the line to save the lives of others.

The third story is where this all takes a bit of a darker turn. When I read this story I was deeply saddened, as part of the reason we need heroes like Paul and Dion are because of people who act in ways that endanger the lives of others, particularly on our local roadways and highways. The recent traffic blitz that netted several offenders, including several impaired drivers, is deeply worrisome because as long as those drivers are out on the roads we are going to continue to need heroes like Paul and Dion.
I am willing to bet that Dion wishes he had never had to pull children from burning automotive wreckage. I am certain Paul wishes he never had to land his shiny new chopper at the scene of an automotive collision. In fact I think these two heroes, and others like them, would be quite happy if their heroism was never required or relied on to save the lives of others, but the sad reality is that we continue to behave in manners which create more victims and the need for more heroes. We drive much too fast or recklessly or drunk. We endanger our own lives and the lives of others, forcing people like Paul and Dion to risk their own lives to save us. We praise our heroes, just as we should as they are without a doubt brave and selfless and so worthy of praise , but then we climb into our cars and seem to forget that the best way to thank  these heroes is to change our own behaviour so they never need to be heroes again.

Today I express my tremendous gratitude to Dion, Paul, and all the others who are first on the scene at collisions, whether they are there by circumstance or because it is part of their profession to do so. I am so grateful to them for their heroism, their commitment to their fellow man and for risking their own lives to save the lives of others. The best way to show my gratitude, though, is to take some simple steps to ensure I never need their services: reduce my speed, drive with care and never, ever drive if I have been drinking. These three disparate stories are indeed interconnected, just as we all are in this community, and we each have a responsibility to ourselves, to each other and to our heroes. I simply hope we can live up to it.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Always Room at the Inn - Introducing Ciel Phantomhive

The text message conversation went something like this:

Intrepid Junior Blogger: I just finished my last PAT, yay! It was easy.
Me: Awesome, want a hedgehog?

Intrepid Junior Blogger: Wha?
Me: Do you want a hedgehog?

Intrepid Junior Blogger: Are you serious?
Me: Yes.

Intrepid Junior Blogger: Have you been drinking?
I wish I could say this is an unusual conversation for my daughter and I but these occur with a fair degree of frequency. In this case it all centred around a small spiky animal in need of a new home.

I found him on Facebook, a small creature who needed a new home as his loving owners were in a situation where they felt they did not have the time he needed. And it’s not that I was in the market for a new pet as I wasn’t really, but we have some experience with pet ownership (including three ferrets) and so I thought I would broach the topic with the IJB to see if we should add a hedgehog to the house (let’s be honest and just call it a zoo, shall we?).

The IJB immediately went into research mode, reading everything she could on hedgehog ownership. The rest of my day was text messages of links with directives to read this or study that, and a lot of text messages like this one:
Are you sure you want a hedgehog? Are you ready for the responsibility?

Some days I wonder who the parent is in the joint as it was beginning to feel distinctly like I was the one asking permission to bring a new pet home and the IJB was in the position of decision maker. By that evening, though, we had an answer.
The wrinkle in the story is that the IJB was headed to Calgary for a month before I could even collect our new family member, and so I have been texting photos of our new creature to her on a regular basis. His new name is derived from an anime character: Ciel Phantomhive, an individual with spiky hair. The “phantom” part seems appropriate as Ciel is a reclusive little bugger, rarely seen during daytime hours although I know he comes out at night to eat and drink and run on his wheel.

Ciel is indeed a prickly little beast both in terms of his physical presence and his personality. He tends to puff and huff and hiss and poke up his spines whenever he is disturbed, and takes some time to warm up and begin to explore (he has now licked me a few times and attempted to nip me more than once). Picking him up involves a thick towel and I don’t suggest holding him on your lap while wearing shorts (I learned that one the hard way when the cat expressed too much interest and I suddenly had a small hissing ball of spines on my lap). When he does warm up, though, and begins to explore you see a tiny little inquisitive nose, a soft little underbelly and a creature who looks a bit otherworldly as it trundles around on your floor.

Now, Sirius Black Cat is completely amazed by this new addition. SBC has the dog pretty much under control, and has come to a point of standoff with the weasel gang, but the new hedgehog has him perplexed. He will reach out a paw, touch a spine, and quickly withdraw to reflect on the torment of his excessive curiousity. To satisfy him I have begun to place Ciel in a small plastic ball, which he rolls around in to explore in safety with a small black cat about two inches behind him all the way.

One night, very late, I woke up and heard a small “whirr whirr whirr” noise. I had not yet seen Ciel in action on his wheel so I grabbed a flashlight and crept down the stairs, shining it in (and of course as soon as shy hedgie saw the light he became a small immobile lump of hissing spines). When I moved the flashlight to the top of the cage what I found was a small black cat draped on top of it, completely transfixed by his new obsession (and I now understood why the cat is always so damn tired in the mornings).

I am learning a lot about hedgehogs. I have learned he likes sweet potato baby food, although he is a messy eater and gets it in his spines and then needs a bath. I have learned that while he is a cranky soul he can be quite sweet, and frankly I like a challenge now and then. I have learned the IJB is an incessant demander of photos of our new pet as she has yet to meet him. And I have learned that even though I was not sure we had enough room for another creature on this Noah’s ark of ours there was, in fact, more room at the inn.

But that’s it. As I loaded up a cart at Wal-Mart recently with kitty litter, ferret litter, kitten food, canned dog food and pushed it out to the car on just one of my three stops for pet supplies (the other stops involved the pet store for the dog’s specialty food and the vet clinic for the cat’s prescription diet) I realized I am dangerously close to becoming the “crazy pet lady” caricature.
The only problem is before she left the IJB dragged me to the SPCA where we began looking at cats, because she is thinking a second cat might be a nice addition. And when you already have one dog, one cat, three ferrets and one hedgehog what’s another one, really?

Come to think of it maybe I should take up drinking, because I think it might be the only thing that keeps me sane. And frankly it has to be cheaper than running a zoo.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Every Day Political Kid

That the Intrepid Junior Blogger is interested in politics comes as no surprise to me, as she has always been interested in how the world works. Her interest has sharpened as she has grown, and she has some pet topics about which she can expound for hours (don't get her started on the robocall scandal as she probably knows more about that one than the people involved in it). It seems so routine to have my own teenage political analyst disguised as a typical teen in a Doctor Who T-shirt in the house that I don't consider it exceptional, which is why I was so surprised when someone contacted me to ask if they could nominate the IJB as an "Everyday Political Citizen".

The Everyday Political Citizen project was designed to recognize  regular citizens and individuals who are politically active. The site describes these individuals as:

They are the emerging young leaders who spend their time advocating on important issues, they are the tireless seniors who volunteer their evenings in political offices and they are the parents who have never taken political action before but jump into the fray to make sure there is a crossing guard at a busy intersection.

Now, what makes the IJB's nomination even more special in my eyes is that she was nominated by one of last year's finalists in the project, a local educator named Sam Livingstone who has been working with her students to increase their level of political engagement and awareness - a topic the IJB happens to be passionate about as she sees a lot of apathy about politics in the students around her. The IJB doesn't understand this, coming from a family that has always been interested in politics and where it has always been a topic of regular discussion, but as she grows older she is seeing how it spreads and it concerns her deeply. That Sam Livingstone, a true hero in our education system, saw fit to nominate the IJB is an honour indeed.

Now, the IJB has some pretty staunch political views. She is quite pragmatic, though, on occasion telling me I am far too idealistic (!) and she gauges politicians by how they interact with someone her age. She has told me that you can always tell which ones only care about the votes because of the way they treat someone of non-voting age, which is likely why she was impressed with Justin Trudeau when he spoke to her as someone interested in politics and not as an adult to a child. She felt the same way about Jim Prentice when he visited Fort McMurray, impressed that he took the time at an event we were attending to speak not only to the adults (and voters) present but to the young adults and children. And I will never forget how she met one politician a couple of years ago and when she went to speak to him about youth political engagement she came back with a sour expression. 

"He didn't even ask me anything. He gave me a sucker," she said. "He basically thinks I'm a kid and he gave me a sucker," she repeated, making it clear that while she was now in possession of a sucker she certainly wasn't one when it came to politicians.

The IJB has been pretty clear about her career path, and she seems quite dead set on studying engineering physics with an eye to working on the aerospace program. I suspect, though, that she will pursue political involvement, particularly since she has noted a dearth of elected officials with backgrounds in science. I also suspect that she will remain a political creature, working on campaigns and continuing to find the entire world of politics a fascinating place. 

I also know this. Seeing her on the front page of a website featuring every day political citizens was something that touched me deeply. We all think our kids are special, and each and every one of them is - but when someone else recognizes that our kids have done something special or are worthy of noticing I must admit the parental pride is pretty powerful.

I am proud of Sam Livingstone, an educator in our school system who is teaching kids that being politically engaged is not only important but fun. And I am proud of my own Sam, who is my daughter, who is bright and mischievous and funny and occasionally difficult, and who is very much an every day political citizen.