Today is a day of remembrance and hope. Everyone can recall where they were when they heard the news and how they felt. I was sleeping and woken up by a call from my mother telling me to turn on the TV, which was sadly just in time to see the second plane hit the WTC. Groggy and stunned I remember instantly crying, not knowing any details, not understanding any of it. Just crying. I do not know anyone who was hurt or lost their lives in the attack, but as a human being, as an American, I felt rage and hopelessness knowing that so many innocent lives were lost.
As I’m watching Jude sleeping so peacefully next to me now, I hope with every ounce of my being that he never wakes up to anything so horrible. September 11th will not mean the same thing to him or any of our children, as it does to us. It will be a chapter in their history books instead of a painful memory. Just as important to him as an American, but hopefully not as enraging as it is to most of us. He wont look up suddenly with a twinge of fear at every low flying plane that passes over head like we do, and taking off his shoes at the airport wont be a hassle, it will just be the way its always been.
I hope today you hug someone you love a little longer- trust me if the newborn next to me was capable of hugs I’d make him hold on for 5 solid minutes!