It has been quite some time since I’ve posted. A lot of new and exciting things have been happening for me. But, first, I need to address what today is.
Today is the 12th anniversary of the worst attack on civilians on American soil. Twelve years ago today, I was sitting in the journalism lab, and thinking it odd that I was not able to get online at all in order to email the printer of our school newspaper, for our order. Suddenly, one of my friends came in (she knew that I would be in the journalism lab) and said, someone flew a plane into the twin towers. I was shocked, to say the least. First, because, I had no idea what the twin towers looked like (I’d never been to New York City, and, I guess prior to this, I’d never really paid much attention to them in movies or television shows), and, second, because I couldn’t imagine someone “accidentally” flying a plane into two gigantic towers in the middle of New York City. Of course, we all found out later, this was no accident. Over 3,000 Americans lost their lives on 9/11/13. It is something that we can never forget.
I know that since I’ve had my daughter, it is becoming increasingly harder to explain to her what happened. She is seven now, and, is in second grade. She knows that something terrible happened, she knows a lot of people died. She learns this in school, day care, the news, from her friends, family members, and, yes, from me. It is something I struggled with when she was first in public school. How do I talk to her about it? How do I explain to her that bad things happen to good people? After her teacher in kindergarten spoke a little bit with the class, she asked a lot of questions. I find I get a lump in my throat when I talk to her about it. She doesn’t ask too often, mainly when it is this time of year. I find that as the years go by, it doesn’t get any easier. I find I still have the same feelings as I did that very first day, maybe even moreso than I did that first day. That first day, I was in complete shock. As the days drew on, we knew it was a terrorist attack, we knew it was deliberate. And that is when the pain started hitting.
Watching my daughter, and her friends, I am thankful they did not witness that. They have had tragedies since then. They witnessed the Sandy Hook tragedy, they witnessed the Boston Bombing and the aftermath, luckily, they are too young to remember later in life. They are too young to feel the fear that we felt on that day. They are too young to watch, like we watched, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for such a long time. But, I will never forget. I will never let my daughter go a year, without praying for America, for the souls of those lost that day, and for her family, friends, loved ones, and, yes, even enemies. Why? Because, I can hope, that through our children, we will see a decline in these types of tragedies.
With that, I will leave you with a few photos that I took of my best friend’s daughters. The eldest is my daughter’s best friend, these are the reasons we push forward. I have an upcoming sale, between myself and the woman who designed the adorable bows for the twins in this picture. She and I are going to have a “mini holiday shoot special”, where I will do 20 minute photo sessions, with an 8X10, and a custom bow (she will make the bow), for $100, it is actually a really great deal.