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The Orange T-Shirt

 

Sunday, September 30th is Orange T-Shirt Day in Canada. Many people around Canada put on a “Orange T-Shirt” with the slogan: “Every Child matters.” This is to represent indigenous people who were taken away during the 60’s scoop movement. They were placed into foster homes and residential schools.

Many schools and organizations across Canada also hold assemblies to make awareness of these traumatic events in Canadian history, and to help make a better future for the generations to come.

We honour the child who suffered at the hands of the school system. We honour the siblings that grew up without knowing eachother and became estranged. We honour the parent (s) that was / were left behind who had to go on feeling empty not ever knowing if they would ever see their families again. The abuse that took place during this historic event was horrific.

As a daughter of a mother who is a indigenous woman – my mother was also part of the 60’s scoop movement. She grew up without a family. My siblings and I are her family. Were the only family she ever really knew. She was able to reunite with her siblings in her 40’s, but not all of them.

I never knew my grandma. I never knew where I came from. It wasn’t until I was twelve years old. I even knew my mom was a indigenous woman. I was able to start communicating with them then. I just remember people always asking me if I was adopted. My skin is pale, and my mother has always looked like a indigenous woman.

My grandma died young. I can’t imagine the pain my mom went through growing up without a mother, and never really even knowing her own mother. My mother’s story is real. My mother’s pain is real. It’s an important part of Canadian history and it’s time to share it.

Losing my mom over the summer has been a long road to healing for me from grief, but it is nothing compared to what her and her family went through growing up. One of my cousins is an artist and he created a: WITNESS BLANKET. If you search: Witness Blanket on google you will be able to find it. Each blanket showcases pieces and stories related to the “Residential Schools.”

Over the past few months I have been looking for my purpose with my mom no longer present, and I have taken it upon myself to continue educating myself on my families history and the history of all indigenous people. I’m trying to build myself a library on books about reserves, residential schools, and educate myself as much as possible on the 60’s scoops movements.

Growing up with a mother who suffered many years in silence has made me into the humble woman I’ve become. I want to see everyone wearing Orange Shirts on Sunday.

 

 

Happy Teacher’s Appreciation Week

In the USA / Canada. This week we celebrate Teacher’s Appreciation Week. What did you do to thank a teacher this week? They’re so patient, dedicated, devoted, and hard working.

I don’t know what I would of done without my teachers growing up. I had my first teacher when I was a toddler. My parents took me to church for Sunday School. I don’t remember her name. I just remember I loved being in her class. My parents also used to send me to this program called AWANA. I had a whole bunch of teachers there who helped me memorize the bible and taught me to put GOD first in my life.

I grew up and volunteered in things like Vacation Bible School. It is one of the most rewarding experiences because you’re helping create the leaders of tomorrow. I’m far from a teacher, but it’s always rewarding to know that the children that were in your class still refer to you as their teacher even if it was only for one week. Those experiences have made me appreciate teachers that much more.

Now let’s talk about the teachers that spend long days at work. The ones who taught us to write and to read. The ones who shaped our beginnings. They get up early just to go to work with a class of students, only to go home and still have to do marking. When do they ever get a break?

I remember pretty much all my teachers from kindergarten straight through to grade 12. Each one left a different mark. Some were overly nice and others were overly strict. In the end they all wanted to see me succeed.

I remember how many of them often praised my writing over the years. Those were in the years I didn’t even think I was a good writer. If not for all their commentary – I don’t think I would love writing as much as I do today.

Whatever you’re doing this week. If you come across a teacher. Make sure to thank them. They’re so devoted to the future generations. They help create the success of tomorrow. They need to be praised every now and then to remind them that we appreciate them because they make so many sacrifices.

Fixing Your Broken Heart

 

A broken heart can send you into TWO DIRECTIONS.

#1. It can send you into a place you’re spiraling out of control and making bad decisions.

#2. It can send you into heartache that transforms into a healing and growth process.

Has your heart ever been shattered this way? Did you feel strongly towards a woman you saw as your Cinderella? Did you feel so attached to a man you saw as your Prince Charming? Did life let you down in this dream called LOVE? Maybe you were the Knight in Shining Armour? Maybe you were the Damsel in Distress the Knight came to rescue? You and your  significant other planned this happily ever after together. It was happy and then one day it wasn’t.

FAIRYTALES ONLY LAST FOR SO LONG.

The honeymoon phase is over. The moment is gone. In the same strike as lightening reality happens.  Faster than you had come prepared. Did you ever reach this point in your love life? Did you ever feel it was time to give up on love? How did you pick up the pieces? How did you start over?

You might of just went through a break up. You might of just went through a divorce. You might be going through a separation. You might feel that you have nowhere to turn and that nobody understands what you could be going through. You have nobody to listen and nobody to hear you.

Every-time you reach out to a friend. They don’t want to hear the drama in your life. They just want to take you out and cheer you up. They don’t respect your feelings nor do they respect your broken heart. On the other note – maybe you’d rather not be a burden. I’m not sure your situation.

What I am sure is that healing takes time and nobody can tell you how long you need to heal. Do what you need to do to heal that broken heart and make it whole again. Everybody heals differently. You might see yourself as weak but the truth is you’re strong because you have a heart that knew how to love.

Imagine the world and how many people are together that don’t really want to be together. You were strong enough to face the world alone. You were strong enough to take the tears and walk your own path into your: CALLING.

I find when life offers you a broken heart. It also offers you a CHOICE. It offers you a choice to work through the pain until you find where you belong or to run backwards and repeat your bad patterns. In the end everything that happens will be a result of that choice.

You’re here and you’re beautiful. What is it you really want to do with your life? Why aren’t you focusing more on that? The truth is love will come and love will go but your gifts are forever. When you learn to fall in love with your passion before you fall in love with a person. You end up with the right person in the long run instead of the person who doesn’t understand you in the temporary. It’s good to love but it’s better to be loved back.

Don’t ever tell yourself that you’re not worth it. Don’t ever sell yourself short. YOU ARE WORTH IT!

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