My son recently printed out a September calendar and asked my husband and me why September 11th is “a holiday.” We patiently attempted to explain that it is a day to honor heroes who lost their lives on that date. My son, like most curious children, asked his favorite word, “why?”
“Well,” I started and paused.
What else could I say? Ten years ago before my Kindergartner was even an idea; this horrific, tragic event unfolded, as if it was yesterday. I remember where I stood in my office conference room as I watched in horror as buildings collapsed in real time. I remember repeatedly calling my friends in New York and greeted by an all circuits busy message. I remember staying awake for hours crying for families desperately searching for their lost children, parents, partners and loved ones.
Maybe I should be honest and tell my son my memories, but why would I want to bring that pain, fear and stress on my young, innocent child?
I can only wish he never has to witness a day comparable in his lifetime.
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I’ve read many amazing posts remembering September 11, 2011. I thought it would be a meaningful tribute to put all the posts in one place to honor the victims and heroes. Please link your posts up below. Thank you.