Like so many others, my family immigrated to Canada in search of a better life for themselves and their children. My parents arrived here in the 1950’s and were very proud to call themselves Canadian. References to the old country were part of our heritage, but our hearts were red, white and maple all the way through. Canada was the place my parents chose to be.
My husband, on the other hand, can trace his lineage back to the French soldiers who arrived in Quebec to fight against the British over 300 years ago. 17 generations of Canadians, and yet, still drawing on a heritage from far away.
We are all immigrants to this land, except for those who walked these paths long before.
And that is where the story comes full circle. My grandson is the product of this wonderful diversity of cultures and mixed heritage. Born in 2016, he is both aboriginal and immigrant in ancestry. But he is all Canadian.
As are we all.
Canada accepts us, values each one’s culture, holds each one’s heritage, and unites us; not in spite of, but because of, our diversity – we are one nation under the Maple Leaf.
Happy Birthday Canada!