Saturday, September 11, 2010

Today

I don't know why this year is the hardest for me yet. Maybe it's my recent elevated anxiety (which has been in much better control lately), maybe it's because while it's the second year with a child, last year she was still a wee newborn and too much of a handful to dwell on the day. This year I have an easygoing toddler, and my mind has the freedom and time to wander more. Maybe it's the elevated tensions of the "Mosque at Ground Zero" issue, or the jackhole Koran-burning "Christian." Maybe it's because my husband is a block from where he was that day, and that wasn't a good place.

I hope my child never has to wittness a day like the one we remember today.

2 comments:

heidi said...

Lots of love Lori. You are always the first person who comes to my mind when I think of today. Your strength is astounding. I don't have the words to thank you and JB for your sacrifice.

All my love.

B. said...

I can't even imagine what NYC must have been like that day, and evey day after with the memory strong in everyone's minds. I found myself crying easily on Saturday, thinking of senseless violence and random hurtfulness and so many things gone wrong in the world that we didn't have to deal with as kids. Our children are definitely growing up in a different world than we did, and I hope my daughter plays a role in solving those problems some day. We must be optimists, or we wouldn't have had kids... right?