I Saw They Were Crashing That Day In September

The weather was very similar 10 years ago as it was today when I took the girls outside to play. Everyone has their “where were you?” stories when the plane hit the Twin Towers and mine is pretty dull. I was at work, hitting refresh over and over on news sites and getting server timeouts. Eventually everyone at our office filtered home because no one felt like working. Unlike so many others, it was a very quiet, subdued day for me. I’ve always marveled out how profound an event that I had no connection with (don’t live near New York City, don’t know anyone in New York City) affected me. I guess when something so evil happens on such a horrific scale, it triggers an unconscious revulsion and sorrow at the same time.

I haven’t really discussed September 11 with our girls much. I thought of that as they played outside today on this day that feel so eerily the same as 10 years ago. I really didn’t know how to bring up the topic. They asked about all of the American flags that are flying around our town and I told them we were showing how proud we were of people who work for our country. I know I can’t shield them forever from knowing about the scale of evil that man can do, nor do I want them to be naive but part of me wants them to stay blissfully ignorant for just a little longer. We live in a world still fueled by fear (just watch 24 hour news for one day) and I want to teach them to be wise without being afraid. I’m still working on that myself.