9/11

It's certainly past my bedtime, but I'm not tired yet. Maybe it's the sugar-filled soda I had earlier...but I think it's something else. Today is the anniversary of September 11, 2001. I watched one documentary on that day, this morning, and had to turn the tv off. 10 years later, it's still overwhelming. I can't remember every thought, but I know that when that all happened, I was scared. I was scared about what else might happen. When it would happen. Where it would happen. Would we be killed by terrorists? What kind of world had I brought my children into?

I think most parents, at some point, think that. Don't they?
There are times when I want to shut myself and my family, off from the world. I want to home school. And grow our own food. I want to be self sufficient. I want to live in a bubble. It sounds silly to say it out loud, or see it written down. And some of those things I would like to do, even if I didn't think this world was a crazy place. But, it's just an overwhelming feeling to want to protect those you love, most especially your children.

I'm glad I don't have the option to freeze time, because I probably would. It's a daily reminder I have to give myself, "We are raising our children to be responsible, successful adults. They won't be your babies forever. They won't be at home, under your wing, forever."
Why can't they stay little?


Anyway, I think all this "9/11" stuff has just pulled those feelings back up to the surface. The need to protect. The need to shelter my babies.
I know I can't...not forever, at least. I know God can, though.


I thank God for those that protect our country, because they are also protecting my children. I am so proud of the brave men and women that sacrificed on 9/11. I am proud Americans know how to come together in a such a time. I am so sorry, so saddened for those that lost loved ones. I am truly thankful, that I don't know what that feels like, yet so burdened for those that carry that hurt.
My heart aches for Mommies who couldn't protect their babies, even if their babies were grown men and women.

I remember when and where I was when the planes crashed. I will never forget, not only those details, but also what 9/11 stands for. What we lost, and how we united. I pray we never see a day like that again. I pray my children never see a day like that again. God bless, comfort, and protect...