A Distraught Mom Thanks the Truckers

Soaring above the sound of the horns was Hope.

A mother of five who wrote a letter of gratitude to the truckers refers to Canada’s Prime Minister as the second “narcissistic abuser my kids have had in their lives.” Like others who’ve escaped domestic abuse, she says the COVID era has revived unwelcome memories.

For this woman, the first month of 2022 was dreadful. She began home schooling her two youngest children - in senior kindergarten and grade one - in order to provide stability and continuity. Meanwhile, her eldest daughter was cutting herself - a potential prelude to suicide:

I find blood soaked [tissues] in my oldest daughters room and a box full of glass shards and razors. I drop to my knees and pray. Sobbing. This isn’t the first time, but they are getting more blood soaked. How do I get her to see hope, when I hardly see it myself?

That same daughter, she says,

has spent the last few months getting told that she belongs in HELL by vaccinated classmates…She sees NO future here on this earth. I fear every morning that I will find her…her mission completed.

As if all of that weren’t enough to cope with, her two remaining children were themselves encountering vaccine-related stigma. “My son told me someone in his grade 5 class called him an idiot for not getting the shot,” she writes. As for her other daughter, she reports:

the teacher made her face another direction than her friends because she was unvaccinated during a group assignment. She was devastated for being called out on her status like that. Meanwhile, they hang out together during recess, get together after school etc, but face each other? No. And to have the teacher draw attention to her like that is disgusting.

Amid this world of anxiety and petty cruelties, the Freedom Convoy appeared. This woman thanks the truckers for “fighting for the future of children nationwide.” She tells them they’re amazing, and that cheering them on from a highway overpass was an unforgettable experience:

I kept my children home and took all of them to an overpass at the 401 [highway]. Tears streaming down my face as I locked eyes with other moms who felt the same pain of raising kids up in so much hatred. The smiles, the love…made me soar with HOPE. That was the word there..that you heard ringing over the horns. Hope Hope. HOPE!!!!!!!