Mr. Prime Minister Legault,
I am writing to you very humbly as an exhausted mother. Parental burnout is certainly not a highly sought-after area of expertise and I certainly do not have the authority to credibly comment on the issues surrounding the current strikes.
However, I will allow myself to do so, if only to bury the sound of the yo-yo going up and down, the very sound that now inhabits my endless days and which is accompanied by that of rattles and horns. Between countless I’m-hungry and even more I-don’t-know-what-to-do and cruel tears of boredom, it’s first and foremost the melody of confinement that I want to hear. share with you today, the soundtrack of our sweet distress.
I feel trapped in the current conflict, Mr Prime Minister, the very one that you and your government cannot resolve. I have the feeling of being captive of your indifference and your contempt for demands which appear to me so just and necessary.
On what seems to me to be the thousandth day of this unlimited general strike, with no prospect of resolution, and on this eve of Ciné-gift, I appeal to you to get us out of this social impasse. There are thousands of us parents who now have to juggle work, studies, education and caring for our children. So many parents at the end of their tether, worried and abandoned to our fate, faced with fragmentary information and contradictory speeches, tinged with obvious bad faith on your part.
Thousands of parents no longer have any hope of seeing this conflict resolved, but above all, of finding a school that meets our aspirations, which you do not seem to share. However, beyond our exhaustion, there is that of the teachers and the children that I implore you to also recognize.
We collectively need an imminent, respectful and lasting resolution for the future of our public school and our society, Mr. Legault. We now need an exchange worthy of the greatest classics, I have named The tuque war by André Melançon (1984): “You have snow there” and “You have a hole in your mitten”.
Love, François. And hope. For our children who will be the adults of tomorrow.
Ti-Guy La Lune said it so well in this Tale for All: “War, war, is no reason to get hurt. » But you are hurting us at the moment, Mr. Legault. To parents, grandparents, teachers, children and our entire society. It might be time to recognize that. To put on your best snow clothes and mend your mitten while humming Love took its time under a little unifying snow (I leave you the option of cross-country skiing).
You certainly took your time, Mr. Legault. However, I believe that the time has come to turn your heart to the place and put an end to this war. It’s time to save Cléo before the great collapse of our social structures.