Dear Quinn ~
We live in a world where the news of the minute is at our fingertips. It’s in our “faces” – Facebook. It’s sent to us in a 140 characters on twitter. We receive it with a bing to our cell phones via text messages and the videos are played over and over again on the television. If we miss it, we can find it on Youtube in an instant.
It scares me as a mother. To know that I will some day send you off into this world to fend for yourself and find your own way. It was almost 20 years ago that I left Gramma and Papa’s home to settle into a residence building just minutes from the Parliament buildings in Ottawa. My floor mates and I hung out on Parliament Hill, because we could. I shopped the Rideau Centre and walked the streets of Ottawa to Hull. I have friends that still live in Ottawa. Work downtown. Offices in lockdown while their world outside falls apart.
It’s all the news tonight as I write your Month 55 letter. The shooting of a Soldier at the War Memorial in Ottawa by a terrorist who then fled to the Parliament buildings to wage his war there. The Soldier is dead. This isn’t the first act of terrorism that I have watched on the news… and I fear it won’t be the last.
I fear for the world that you and your sisters are inheriting. The violence and the hate. I want something so different for you and your children and it’s times like this that I feel so small. So insignificant. How can I make this world a better place for you to grow up in and raise your babies, my grandchildren, in. I can start here at home. Teaching you love and compassion. Different isn’t always bad. Love thy neighbours and if you can’t find it in your heart to love them, then just don’t hate them. Show them your compassion and understanding and acceptance for all no matter if they are like you or not. No matter if they believe what you do or not.
I’m sorry this months letter is not more about our little Quinnisms and less about the sadness and hate in our world, but this is where my heart is tonight. This where you sit on my heart tonight. I am looking 15 years into my future and praying that I have raised you to be compassionate in your strong will. That you will see someone who is different and learn from them and make this world a better place than the one that it was when you were 4.
I love you more than I could ever put into words. You are my heart and my soul and one of the four best reasons I have for living.
Mama loves you, Quinner.