A broad brush...

Having followed, albeit distantly, the Ruby Dhalla situation wherein she stands accused of mis-treating nannies who have been brought here from another country, I find that it is really a peripheral issue that has the hair on the back of my neck standing at attention.

CTV's Canada AM ran a 'viewer poll' and were displaying comments about whether people tend to believe the nannies, or Ms. Dhalla. The comments on both sides astounded me. People who favoured the nannies made comments such as "all politicians are liars" or "why would you believe anything a politician says?" and people who favoured Ms. Dhalla made comments about the nannies which were almost racial in nature and are not worthy of repeating here.

At the risk of being guilty of exactly what has raised my ire, I have come to the conclusion that those who are quick to paint an entire group of people with one large unforgiving brush stroke are doing nothing more that shamelessly parading their own ignorance and personal bias.

To those who made comments about the lack of integrity of ALL politicians, I would love to be able to ask: did you vote? Have you ever voted? Don't you care enough to become involved? Do you realize that you actually have the power to make a difference and hold our elected representatives accountable?

To those who made comments about the nannies I would love to find out if they are secret members of the KKK.

As for what I personally believe about this situation: I have faith that the system we have in place whereby Ms. Dhalla has the opportunity to face her accusers will work. There is more to this than meets the eye, and daylight will prohibit the liars from hiding forever. The truth will eventually prevail. It always does.

Karma is magical.....

Mother's Day

I'm not sure I 'get' this special day.

Sure, my kids may (or may not) make me a card or buy some flowers today, and I'm not suggesting for a moment that I will be ungrateful for their efforts. But what is more important is the relationship they have with me every day of the year.

Every day of the year Lauren gives me a hug and tells me I'm beautiful and how much she loves me.

Every day of the year Matthew jumps up from whatever he is doing around the house as soon as I come in the basement door and runs to me to give me a big hug and says "Hi mom, how's your day going - do you need me to help you carry anything in from your car?"

Every day of the year Andrew thanks me for something or other: "Thanks mom, you're the best".

How fortunate I am - every day of the year.

So, everyone else is welcome to enjoy this hallmark holiday. Quite fortunately, its just another day for this luckiest mom on the planet.