Last night, my wife gave birth to my fourth daughter at Peter Lougheed Hospital in Calgary.
A few hours before, standing in the triage room, I was treated to a spectacular panoramic view spanning Calgary’s downtown core through to Nose Hill Park, with the Rocky mountains in the distance, still visible over a cloudy sky.
I love Calgary. I was born here. I lived most of my life here. I have started my career and family here. I hope my bones are one day laid to rest here.
I also love Alberta. So much so that I adorn my hat and clothes with the Alberta flag and the shield of Alberta.
While waiting for my wife to start to go into labour, I struck up conversations with a few of the nurses.
One nurse described to me how she was originally from Montana and moved to Calgary because her husband was from here. What I found interesting from my conversations with her was when asked what she thinks about Calgary (and Alberta in general), she said “It’s a lot like Montana, only with a bit of a bigger city.”
I have only passed by Montana on road trips to Seattle, but once my new daughter is old enough, I think a family road trip is in order.
Another nurse I spoke to was a born and raised Calgarian herself.
When I told her, so was I (for the most part), she made an interesting comment that: “We’re kind of a minority in this city.” Her husband is from Nova Scotia and she described the dilemma of how being separated from his family was a bit of a challenge her husband dealt with.
She also mentioned how big the sky is in Calgary compared to Nova Scotia and how from her travels abroad, she noticed how clean and natural Calgary feels.
People come to Calgary and Alberta as a whole from all over.
“Back home” is a phrase you hear often from people here. Even though people live here, they don’t necessarily consider it “home.”
For a while, as a separatist, I felt a bit of animosity over that reality, but in time, I’ve come to appreciate it.
“Back home” for me is Calgary and Alberta. It is also the home to my daughters.
As I continue down the path of fatherhood, what I look forward to most is teaching my girls how great their home is. People from all over the world come to this city and this province because of it’s greatness.
One great thing about this land is it’s beauty and opportunity but also the fact that life is tempered by natural austerity that can never be changed. Our harsh winters, unpredictable weather, and the challenges we face being endowed with vast resources but also cursed with a land locked location.
I noted to the nurse from Calgary that our shield and our flag shows off the most detail about what cannot be changed about our land. I make the claim that we are the only province whose provincial symbols do that.
Therein is why I am hopeful for the future.
The Alberta Shield makes a bold statement about being Canadian. That being, to look westward for freedom and opportunity.
Nothing can change the Alberta sky, the Rockies, foothills, or the prairies. Unsustainable mass immigration, the scam of man made climate change, a usurious and exploitative Federal government, an ideological socialist Provincial government.
All of these things will fade away in time, but the land will endure.
I am hopeful because it is a great land to inherit, as I and my daughters have. It is also a land that, through the passing of time, will reveal the truth that it is best as a sovereign state.
My greatest hope is in knowing that the baby girl born yesterday will discover that truth for herself in her lifetime.