Ten years ago ... 9|11 where were you?
For my family, we woke up like any other day and were getting ready for work and school. My children were 7 and 10 years old at the time. I would typically turn on the television each morning to catch up on the news as I packed lunches and made breakfast. Our morning routine changed in an instant as my husband and I stood and stared at what was unfolding in New York. I recall praying, and thinking that I could not wrap my head around the idea that a commercial plane would fly that low over the city and hit the Trade Center?
Not knowing, we watched as the second plane crashed into the sister tower ... and then we heard that at least two additional planes had been hijacked. My phone started ringing, my Mom and my mother-in-law calling to see if we knew what was happening in New York. We all agreed to pray for our Country.
My next thought was ... what about my children? Should I let them go to school? Would the attacks effect us here in California?
The kid's school was not to far from our home, I volunteered daily, and I was close to many of the teachers and staff. So, I decided to take the kids over to the school and talk to their teachers. My first stop was at my son's fifth grade class, it was full and they had just begun reciting the pledge of allegiance. We joined in, and proudly recited the pledge with the class. I briefly spoke to his teacher and said I would check back at lunch time.
My next stop was my daughter's second grade classroom. I could hear music beginning to play in her classroom as we approached and kids had begun to sing ... My Country, "Tis of Thee" I felt my eyes water with pride for our awesome country ... I sat down and joined the beautiful young voices. A meaningful way to honor the United States of America and those suffering in New York. I gave my daughter's teacher a huge hug and decided to let my daughter stay in class that morning too.
My children's little public school blessed me so much that morning, under such uncertainty of what was happening in our world on that day, they were embracing their students and teaching them how America would not waiver on the principles our country was founded upon.
My heart aches for the lives that were lost on that horrific day. I am so thankful, beyond words, for the countless heroes that bravely ran to rescue those in harms way.
My Country, Tis of thee sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing; land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims pride, from every mountainside let freedom ring.