These have always been some of my favorite pictures. I remember the day like it was yesterday, just as clearly as I remember where I was the morning of 9/11. I took these on a beach at a near by lake on a camping trip we took that weekend. It was September 9th 2001. I loved watching Paul and Coty play on the beach without a care in the world. They were so free, so full of energy. I was pregnant with Nathan at the time. We had my ultrasound scheduled for the next afternoon. I used to wonder before I was a parent if it was really fair to bring a child into the world with all the turmoil going on. Poverty and hunger and diseases. That day the world seemed so full of hope. A few days later made me wonder again. I remember reading every word of the paper on September 12th and when I got to the obituary section looking at my husband and saying "all these people, they don't know what happened yesterday". I can only assume that the feeling was similar to ones felt by our grandparents when Pearl Harbor was bombed or what our parents felt when President Kennedy was shot. My children will never know what the world was like prior to that day. I wonder what events will shape their lives. When hurricane Katrina hit Nathan was only three. He couldn't figure out why my husband and I watched the news constantly. He himself caught the news last week of hurricane Irene and was glued to it asking us if all the people were okay and if they needed food and homes and where they would go. I've realized the world is a good place to bring children. And it's better just because of them. They bring hope to it and make me want to be a better person. I hope I don't leave them too many mistakes to fix. For the families more directly affected by 9/11, I hope time has brought them some peace. For the rest of us God Bless America.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9/11
These have always been some of my favorite pictures. I remember the day like it was yesterday, just as clearly as I remember where I was the morning of 9/11. I took these on a beach at a near by lake on a camping trip we took that weekend. It was September 9th 2001. I loved watching Paul and Coty play on the beach without a care in the world. They were so free, so full of energy. I was pregnant with Nathan at the time. We had my ultrasound scheduled for the next afternoon. I used to wonder before I was a parent if it was really fair to bring a child into the world with all the turmoil going on. Poverty and hunger and diseases. That day the world seemed so full of hope. A few days later made me wonder again. I remember reading every word of the paper on September 12th and when I got to the obituary section looking at my husband and saying "all these people, they don't know what happened yesterday". I can only assume that the feeling was similar to ones felt by our grandparents when Pearl Harbor was bombed or what our parents felt when President Kennedy was shot. My children will never know what the world was like prior to that day. I wonder what events will shape their lives. When hurricane Katrina hit Nathan was only three. He couldn't figure out why my husband and I watched the news constantly. He himself caught the news last week of hurricane Irene and was glued to it asking us if all the people were okay and if they needed food and homes and where they would go. I've realized the world is a good place to bring children. And it's better just because of them. They bring hope to it and make me want to be a better person. I hope I don't leave them too many mistakes to fix. For the families more directly affected by 9/11, I hope time has brought them some peace. For the rest of us God Bless America.
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