Eight years ago, I ran in my first election.

Midway through the campaign, with T-shirts and materials already printed for Ward 29, the province reduced the number of council seats, and the former councillor who had endorsed me suddenly became my opponent.

My daughter was still a toddler and joined me for some of her very first canvassing experiences. This photo recently resurfaced, reminding me of the road that brought me to this moment as I wrap up my first term on City Council.

Running against an incumbent, I knew my chances of winning were slim. My goal became simple: finish the race with dignity. We did, and placed second out of 18 candidates.

Fast-forward eight years, and my children's childhoods have, in many ways, been shaped by democracy. They've seen the online trolls, known when I've been threatened or targeted with hateful comments, and celebrated the victories at City Hall. When I get home after Council meetings, my daughter still often asks, "Mommy, did your motions pass?"

As we approach the Election Blackout on August 1, I find myself reflecting on the precious gift of democracy and its impact on my family and our community.

We are all stronger when we show up and participate. Democracy can be daunting. Change is often frustratingly slow, and sometimes comes only in small, incremental steps. But that, too, is part of the journey.

I hope that in the months ahead, we will continue to show up for one another, participate with purpose, and help shape the future of our community and our city.