Image from posters.com "I'll never forget where I was when I heard the news." These are words I grew up hearing from adults, and now my kids will grow up hearing them too. Of course my parents were speaking of the assassination of JFK. I'm talking about 9/11.
I was putting on mascara, preparing for a morning out with my husbands god-parents. They couldn't wait to meet W. (J wasn't born yet.) We got a phone call about a bomb that hit one of the twin towers in NY. (Of course we soon found out it wasn't a bomb at all.)
The images were traumatizing. I can't imagine having gone through it first hand. The toughest thing for me to watch (and now remember) was people jumping out of the building to escape the fire within. The boys and I talked about it today. They got it. "It was like they had to choose which way they were going to die", one of them said. I really had to work hard at controlling my emotions.
I always think, "This will be the year I get a book or a movie about it to share with the boys". I know that as their primary educator I have a responsibility to help them understand the world we live in, I just haven't been able to force myself to do it. I struggle with those images and I don't want them to have to face it yet. So each year we have a conversation and some prayer. They're getting bored with it. This year they remembered much of the story on their own.
Maybe next year, I'll get that book.
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