Craig Davidson Answers Questions

Recently we had an assignment to read an article and analyze it. Out of all the choices one piece spoke to me. That piece was Precious Cargo: Lessons of a School Bus Driver by Craig Davidson. The article was published in Avenue Calgary on March 5th, 2012. The article is about Craig’s year driving a bus for children with disabilities.

The piece spoke to me because Tayla has a disability. She suffered brain problems during infancy, Jess was told she likely would lose her child, and if Tayla did make it she would be a vegetable. Tayla proved her fighting spirit however and defied the odds. You would think she was a normal child until you saw all the medication she had to take to function in a day. She needs a little more help with tasks that normally, at her age, she could do by herself. All things considered, she is extremely lucky.

 While researching Craig Davidson for our assignment, I found his email address and decided to write him and ask if I could interview him. I was surprised when he actually got back to me and accepted. This is what he had to say.

Sean Lalonde: Why did you feel like Precious Cargo was an important story to tell?
Craig Davidson: Hm. I guess it was more a story that felt important to me, having been a part of it, rather than feeling it was important or a social service or something like that. I think it's a lot to expect an article or a book, however passionately-written, to make a huge impact on something as huge and complicated as the way we look at special needs as a society. It was more an intimate portrait of my relationship with some of those kids on the bus.

SL: Do you still keep in contact with the kids on the bus?
CD: A little. Facebook, mainly. And I see Josh when I pass through Calgary, which is rare. It could be a bit strange --- it wasn't like I was showing up on their doorsteps after my job was over asking if they could come out and play. It was more a singular event, a singular school year, that we shared together. But our differing ages and life circumstances and geographical distance made it so we can't see each other very much at all. And that's OK.

SL: What will be the difference between the upcoming book and the article?
CD: Just a little length, really. Same essential idea. More about the relationships, some of the events on the bus, conversations, that kind of thing.

SL: How do you deal with criticism of your work?
CD: Oh, I suppose I deal with it a lot easier now. I've been doing this nearly 10 years, so your outlook changes. You aren't so sensitive. Mainly, I just ignore it. I don't go to those venues, review sites and so on, that might give me a headache. Avoidance is key. But if I read criticism that seems fair and measured, I take it to heart and try to improve.

SL: What advice would you give to young aspiring writers?
CD: Just keep writing. It's a job as much as "art." Don't wait for the muse. Treat it seriously, as a job, and don't be precious about it.

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Sean Lalonde is a 23-year-old Professional Writing student. He doesn't take life too seriously, and tries to laugh about tough situations. He strives to do the best he can in every aspect of his life and enjoys documenting his journey in a humorous way.

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In Our Dreams

I love my program and I love the city I am in. However, it sucks being so far away from home all the time. I try to go back to Cornwall most weekends, but at the same time that is my chance to catch up with homework. Children don’t seem to truly understand that anything can exist outside of their world, so when I tell Tayla that I have homework to do, she doesn’t grasp that it means I can’t play with her all day.

I do talk to her on the phone often, but that is equally heartbreaking, as her begging me to turn off my computer and get on the floor to play Barbies or American Dolls. The conversations always start the same. I always ask “How was school?” or “What did you do today?" but at some point in her monologue she will say how much she misses me. I take this much harder than when Jess or my mother tell me they miss me. Maybe it’s because they can understand the time periods that I am gone; for a child everything seems so much longer.

When I do get to go home, Tayla is all over me. As much as I would like to say I am on top of my school work, when I am there, guilt takes over and I often don’t even open my laptop. She becomes my priority. If I do get a chance to look at my work it’s after she has gone to bed and it is very brief since I am so drained from a day of activity.

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The majority of our relationship is formed over the phone. I get to hear of the events of her life and what she’s excited for, but I get to experience very little with her. I hear about her bad days, and explain why she needs to be nicer to mommy, but in reality there’s not much I can do to help.

Tayla has this thing she likes to do every night before bed. We make plans on where we will meet in our dreams and she takes it very seriously. She needs to know the exact place, what it looks like, and who else will be there. It’s basically an elaborate story of what each of us will be doing. Every night before I hang up the phone, we do this. After when we are saying good night, she repeats how much she misses me and I always say the same thing.

 “I miss you too, but I’ll see you in our dreams.”

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SEAN LALONDE

Sean Lalonde is a 23-year-old Professional Writing student. He doesn't take life too seriously, and tries to laugh about tough situations. He strives to do the best he can in every aspect of his life and enjoys documenting his journey in a humorous way.

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Hallow's Eve

I seem to have forgotten the importance of some holidays. For instance, to me, Halloween has become the time of year meant for adults to dress up and get drunk. Having Tayla around changed all of that. This Halloween I got to experience trick-or-treating all over again.

I am not so old to say that I don’t remember what it was like going door to door and basically begging people for candy, probably because I was still doing this well into my late teens. However, I have never just been a bystander.

There is something much more enjoyable for me in watching the preparation; the excitement in Tayla’s eyes all day was contagious. Watching her practically vibrating while we stuffed her into her minion costume had me in a rush to get out the door too. The whole night never lost its magic.

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In the past, I remember getting bored after going to a few houses, but I wanted more candy, so I continued on. Tayla never stopped being excited. She would gush over others’ well-thought-out costumes and point out elaborate decorations. She couldn’t have cared less about the candy until we were home for the night.

At some point, she pouted her way onto my shoulders. Her little legs were tired from the strain of walking so many blocks. I suddenly had to walk up to doors, instead of just standing at the end of the driveway, and hold open a bag for her while she told strangers of how she ended up on my shoulders, as if they were her long lost friends.

No matter how heavy she got on my shoulders, the night never stopped being fun, regardless of the twinge of pain in my lower back from the added weight. I felt her squeeze my shoulders when she got a little scared and pet my hair in the middle of her retelling of the spooky moments from earlier in the night.

It’s moments like these when I feel complete. This could be the best decision of my life to date. Nothing can compare to Tayla’s happiness and wonder. I look forward to every new experience with her, no matter how terrified I am of some of them. I know she is nearing her teenage years, so I hold onto these moments because I know soon enough they will be over.

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SEAN LALONDE

Sean Lalonde is a 23-year-old Professional Writing student. He doesn't take life too seriously, and tries to laugh about tough situations. He strives to do the best he can in every aspect of his life and enjoys documenting his journey in a humorous way.

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Don't Tell Mom!

These are the words that can lead into potentially ill-fated situations. Especially in my case, as an immature adult thrust into a position of childcare. Having "don’t tell mom" at the tip of my tongue at all times has led to me into situations that, if her mother ever found out, would have me in a lot of trouble. A good example of this happened when I teaching Tayla how to scale the playground while we were out on a camping trip.

Before I go any further, it should be noted that Jessyca is an overprotective parent. She’s the parent that will put every piece of padding the Earth possesses on her child before she even lets her ride her bike. This is nothing like me, I am fairly reckless and my life motto would probably be "let’s see how this plays out."

In this particular instance, Jess was tired. She came to me with her famous puppy-dog eyes and asked me to take Tayla to the park so she could nap. I eagerly accepted and rushed off to play at the park. Every time we go, Tayla likes to play tag and I like to win. Not to say I don’t let her tag me, I just make sure it’s a challenge for her, and this is how most of our "don’t-tell-mom" conversations start.

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So, with Tayla on my heels, I jumped up the stairs of the play structure and boosted myself up onto the top of the tunnel connecting the two structures. Tayla’s little body stopped as I scooted to the middle of the tunnel and her head tilted slightly.

“Can you help me up?” she asked, suddenly forgetting the game of tag with this new adventure in mind.

The logical part of me screamed that Jess would kill me if she ever found out that I let her up here when there is a six-foot drop. The other part was thinking of how great of a bonding moment this would be for us.

“All right, but don’t tell mom,” I said before scooting over and pulling her up. I sat her beside me and she clung to my arm as she suddenly realized how high off the ground she was. I wrapped my arm around her and held her tightly to me. Looking out at the water across from the park, I rationalized that this moment was worth the chance of Jess catching us.

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SEAN LALONDE

Sean Lalonde is a 23-year-old Professional Writing student. He doesn't take life too seriously, and tries to laugh about tough situations. He strives to do the best he can in every aspect of his life and enjoys documenting his journey in a humorous way.

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Lasagna for breakfast?

I have tried many things in my life. Some of them have been easier than others, but the hardest adventure I have ever been on was taking on the role of “stepfather," especially since I struggle to be a functioning adult on most days. I still wait to do laundry until I have nothing to wear the next day and I still eat food from a can because I’m too lazy to cook.

The first time I realized that this might be harder than I thought was when I gave my stepdaughter, Tayla, lasagna for breakfast. Everything seemed fine to me; Tayla and I were home alone, she was happily playing her video game while she waited for her mother to get back from an early morning doctor’s appointment. I looked to the clock and realized that it was nearing eleven and she had yet to have breakfast.

I broke away from my comfortable spot cuddled next to her on the couch and looked in the fridge for anything to feed her. There it was sitting on the second shelf in all its glory, like it had been a gift from God himself: left over lasagna. I knew it was one of my favourite things first thing in the morning and I also knew that it was Tayla’s favourite food.

“Hey, Tay, want some lasagna?” I asked. I watched her eyes light up as she enthusiastically nodded. I felt like I was doing great. How could anyone ever think that parenting was difficult? I plopped a large plate into the microwave and set her up at the table.

About halfway through her breakfast of champions, her mother walked in the door. I smiled proudly as I announced she didn’t have to worry about breakfast, for I had already given Tayla food. I didn’t understand the look of disapproval that crossed her mother’s face as Tayla stuffed a rather large piece into her mouth.

Lasagna for breakfast?” She asked.

Turns out, you never give a child lasagna for breakfast. A list of acceptable foods was then created for me. Cereal, eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, oatmeal, your typical breakfast foods. But never, ever, ever lasagna.

“At least you tried though. Most people would have just waited until I got home,” she said reassuringly. That was when I knew I had an interesting adventure awaiting me.

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SEAN LALONDE

Sean Lalonde is a 23-year-old Professional Writing student. He doesn't take life too seriously, and tries to laugh about tough situations. He strives to do the best he can in every aspect of his life and enjoys documenting his journey in a humorous way.

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