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A child's prayer


10-popcicleI’m not much for formal religion, but this prayer came home in my daughter’s school bag yesterday and I just loved it. It seems like a perfect wish-list for a child’s summer, doesn’t it?

 

 

A Prayer

May no cats get in your sandbox
May your frisbees always spin
May your fridge be filled with oranges
May you love the life you’re in.

May your teddy be fuzzy
May your rainy days be wet
May your teacher tell your stories
That you never will forget.

May your fingernails get dirty.
May your underwear be clean
May your monsters all be friendly
May your grass be mostly green.

May your world spin topsy-turvy
May you love from inside out
May your parents hug you always
May they hardly ever shout.

May your enemies eat sugar
May you play the Superdome
May your friends be slightly crazy
May you always have a home.

May your popsicles stay frozen
May your dreams be true and deep
May you close your eyes and snuggle
May you have a good night’s sleep.


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The Teacher's Gift


In past years I’ve struggled with the obligatory thank-you gift for my daughter’s teachers. I say “obligatory” not because I don’t feel genuine gratitude for the work and passion that my daughter’s teachers bring to the classroom every day, but rather because of the sense that a gift is a form of standard etiquette. And I don’t want to be the set of parents (i.e. the mother) who hasn’t followed etiquette. (Why I even care about etiquette is a deeper issue in and of itself!)

Further, if I am going to give a gift, I really like to make sure that it’s one that will be appreciated by the receiver and not just a dust-collector. (Or am I wrong in thinking that all teachers must have a space in their cupboard with dusty “world’s best teacher” mugs?)

This year I’ve opted for a simpler response to this dilemma.

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Suicide in the news


I found it curious that last Saturday two of our national newspapers had below-the-fold cover stories on the topic of suicide.

Suicide is something that rarely gets discussed among family members, let alone in our mainstream media. In this case though, both stories covered the suicidal deaths of soldiers. The Globe and Mail investigated the death of Major Michelle Mendes, who killed herself in Afganistan at the age of 30. The Ottawa Citizen looked at the death of Corporal Stuart Langridge who was only 28 years old when he took his life at CFB Edmonton.

The copy found in each article certainly doesn’t say, “working in the army made this young person kill themselves,” but the fact that suicide rarely gets coverage and that here, on the very same day, are two cover stories on the suicide of soldiers … well,  the implicit link gets made by the reader who is casually scanning the headlines over their Saturday morning coffee. It’s an incorrect assumption though since suicide rates in the Canadian forces are lower than in the general population, as the Globe‘s Christie Blatchford and Jessica Leeder rightly note.

If (and please do note my “if”) the Canadian forces can be considered guilty of sweeping mental illness under the carpet, they certainly wouldn’t be the only employer to do so. According to a Great-West poll, employees feel the workplace is where they are least likely to get support. The effect that the stigma of mental illness has upon sufferers cannot be underestimated. I think that Bill Wilkerson, CEO of the Global Business and Economic Roundtable on Addiction and Mental Health, expressed it perfectly in a 2008 Globe and Mail article when he said: “There’s this attitude out there that if you come back [to work] from cancer, you’re a hero, but if you come back from depression, you’re damaged goods.”

One of the only employers to publicly embrace this issue is Canada Post Corporation [disclaimer: as a freelance writer, I am a regular contributor to Canada Post's employee magazine Contact]. In 2007, Canada Post chose mental health as its cause of choice and became the first major corporation in the country to do so. Phil Upshall, national executive director of the Mood Disorders Society of Canada [disclaimer: I worked with Mood Disorders Society of Canada in 2007 as a freelance writer/communications consultant] and founding member of the Canadian Alliance for Mental Illness and Mental Health, says that “mental health is well understood by many Canadian corporate leaders, but financial and other support goes elsewhere because of the stigma of mental illness. We need to admit that mental illness exists, and we need to talk about it and advocate for change.”

For those dealing with their own mental illness or that of a family member, this kind of change can not come quick enough.

For further reading on:
Stigma and children, a letter to the editor by CHEO
Anti-stigma programs, commissioned by Mood Disorders Society of Canada
Understanding mental illness, an overview by Canadian Mental Health Ass.
Suicide, an overview by Canadian Mental Health Association

For help with mental illness (Canada):
http://www.miaw.ca/en/mental-illness/need_help.aspx

Note: edited for additional clarity and links on July 8, 2009.


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4 Days


Dear Son,

Not only are you adorable, but you are clever. Since my last letter to you, it is clear that you have chosen not to be sold to the highest bidder on the black market. And further, you are considerate. You ensured that you communicated this wish to us before we had begun the tedious work of developing marketing copy and securing advertising space.

It’s been at least a week now that you’ve slept-in until the requisite humane time of 6 a.m. And this morning? 6:45 a.m. With these kind of sleeping habits, we could raise our asking price, don’t you think?

Just joking. You’re stuck with us now. But don’t worry, it’s not all bad — we do a great chocolate birthday cake in this house. Just 4 more days now.

Love Mother.


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Dear Dad


You know how they say that little girls grow into women who marry men just like their fathers? I think there’s alot of truth in that.  And that’s why I’m especially glad to have you as my father. It means that not only did I grow up with a kind, generous man, but that I now share my life with one too. Thanks Dad. You’re the best of the best.

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