Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of 9/11 – the day that we, as Americans, watched our country be brutally attacked. No matter how you look at it, 9/11 changed our lives forever in both nationwide policies and procedures. As human beings, 9/11 affected the emotions of everyone.
Ten years and one day ago, I was a new mom. I had a 9 month old little boy and a husband who was actually scheduled for a meeting in NYC during 9/11. For some reason of sheer luck, my husband’s trip cancelled earlier in the week, and he was in Downtown Pittsburgh. As I ran home to hold my baby and watch the horror of what was happening to our country, I filled with a wave of mixed emotions.
There was fear, anger, anxiety, protective mother, worried wife, and frightened friend all jumbled together as I refused to leave the TV. There were the usual traumatic induced questions. Why not me? Why my friends? Why our country? Holy Shit – A plane just went down an hour away from where I live – What the Hell?
The mother hen inside me kept me close to my baby for weeks. Afraid to venture far from home base, I watched my husband board a plane to NYC just a little over a week after 9/11 to take his meeting. He visited Ground Zero in the raw, and he paid respects for our families to our fellow Americans that died for our country. There were pictures to follow and tales of what it was like in NYC.
My first trip away from home after 9/11 was to see a friend in Washington, D.C. I cannot even describe in words the state of emergency that our capital was under. They were protecting some of our most precious commodities – our legacy and history as a Nation. This is something that I cannot convey to my baby who is now approaching 11 years old and his 8-year-old little brother.
My boys only know life with our safety and security precautions. They certainly do not take for granted our freedom as they take off their shoes at airport security. To them, this is best practice in traveling. They dream of the unknown Marshall on the plane wherever he is, and see his position as vitally important. To me, this is all settling in as what we must do to protect the United States of America.
Yesterday, on the 10 year anniversary, my heart still ached for the children who lost moms and dads, for the parents who had to bury their children, and the babies born without a father. I could only watch some TV, and then I had to break away. I decided not to blog, not to work, not to rush to spinning, but rather slow down and smell the coffee. Literally and Figuratively. I made a commitment to make a day totally about embracing the life around me.
A no frills outing for donuts, milk, and coffee with my boys, a cross-country meet, a flag football game, and meatloaf for dinner.
As moms, moms in business, working moms, wives and caregivers, We tend to get caught up in the craziness of life and relationships. I challenge myself and you to every now and again embrace the simple because it is so valuable.