By Tim Cartmell

My dad was a teacher.

As were three of my uncles, three aunts, at least two cousins — and one sister.

But I want to talk a bit about my dad.

I could say my dad taught me a lot — how to fix my bike, how to start a campfire, how to take a jump shot. That’s what dads do. Most are teachers in their own way.

But what always stood out about my dad wasn’t just what he taught me — it was how he carried himself as a teacher in the community. Everywhere we went, we’d get stopped by former students or parents. At the mall, in the grocery store, at the rink — each conversation a reminder of the impact he had. And I’d watch as he’d listen, encourage, and check in, the same way he did in the classroom or at the basketball clinic or the math club he started to give kids an outlet for their energy.

From my dad — and from my uncles, aunts, cousins, my sister, and my wife, who is an education assistant — I learned that while we’re all at work, teachers are shaping the next generation. They take that responsibility head-on. They don’t do it for recognition or praise. They do it because it matters. And they deserve respect. 

That’s why, as someone who grew up in a household of teachers, I will always respect and support the work they do. And it’s why, during this difficult time, I’m focused on helping the families who depend on them — not by making empty promises, but by taking action.

If the strike continues, I’ll make sure families have the support they need:

• Free transit for students — expanding the program beyond children 13 and younger.
• Affordable summer camps aligned with the provincial childcare stipend.
• Free access to recreation facilities for all students.

My dad was a teacher. He believed in showing up, doing the work, and helping kids find their way. That’s how I was raised, and that’s how I’ll lead — with honesty, with respect, and with action that actually helps families.