My heart swells when I read about the youth of Attawapiskat and the recent suicide pact that was thwarted by the quick actions of police, local services and community. I am the mother of four teenagers ranging from 16 to 20 yrs old. These teen years are tricky ones. I have only to look at my 6 ft “7” boy who most definitely looks like a man, and I think, yes, he is almost a man.
23 years after Silken’s famous comeback in Barcelona she continues to shine on the national and international stage and bring recognition to our sport. Her recent induction into Canada’s Walk of Fame is a significant national honour that recognizes not only her achievements as an athlete but also as an author, a speaker and a passionate advocate for personal health and well-being. Silken’s powerful messages reinforce those values that lie deep within our sport. We are truly proud Silken, of the way that you continue to inspire children and adults alike to reach their dreams!
“Imagination is a magical power.” I said this in front of twenty five thousand young people as part of We Day this year. We Day is a global movement encouraging activism, engagement and volunteerism in young people. Every young person in the Saddle Dome in Calgary, the Rogers Centre in Toronto, had earned their way to the event by volunteering locally and globally.
My partner and I have four kids between us; two of his, two of mine. These last weeks of school have been a pure hell of driving, rushing to dance recitals, helping kids study for exams, counselling kids through exam meltdowns, dropping kids off for end-of-year sport parties and packing for end-of-year overnights.
Every morning for two weeks, I have woken up and braced myself for the day, reminding myself that it is June, a month that, next to September, every parents just hopes to survive. The list of special end-of-year events feels endless and almost un-doable.
Posted May 31, 2011 and although the event happened over a year ago, the sentiment is still relevant.
Yesterday, I participated in the Heart and Truth Fashion Show. Twenty strong and remarkable women wore spectacular red dresses to build awareness of women and heart disease. Heart disease and stroke kill more women than men in this country and still Canadians remain misinformed about the symptoms and risks for women.
A gold medal should go to Jane Roos and the Canadian Athletes Now Fund. Over the past thirteen years this woman and the fund that she named, have raised millions of dollars that go directly to our Olympic athletes.
Today’s Olympic related activities include making a big banner with the kids saying “We Believe—In You.” My son wants to hold it up at the Opening Ceremonies for the athletes to see from the infield. Here is something that has just occurred to me. I have never been to the Opening Ceremonies. Ever. When I was competing the Olympic Ceremonies always happened the day before I started competing and I concluded they would be too distracting and exhausting. Part of me now is wondering what the heck I was thinking.
The biggest thrill in carrying the Olympic Flame as one of Canada’s first runners (ok, walkers) was having my kids on the Legislature lawns watching on. Actually screaming is a better word, Kate was on my fiancé’s shoulders screaming “Go Mommy” as if I was competing in an Olympic final. It didn’t make me walk any faster. My old injury was a great excuse but really I just wanted to fully enjoy the thrill of actually carrying the Olympic flame and the energy of the crowd for the full two hundred metres.
To me the Olympics are really simple. They are about young people who have found the courage to dream and put it all out there. Kids who one day were inspired by something and said “I want to do that.” And by some miracle they started doing, and they found others to support their dream, to guide them. These athletes are consumed by their ambitions to become the best in the world at what they do. A sport as little known as Skeleton, or Rowing , or Short Track Speed Skating, captures their imagination and begins to shape their life.
“What was the promise that life made to itself the moment you were born?” Margaret Wheatley