BLOG: What I’m NOT Going to Say About 9/11

I’m not going to bore you with my 9/11 story today. Oh, I had totally planned to and even wrote half of it yesterday. I think I called it Reporting 9/11, or something equally as stupid. I was all ready to go until I drove the girls to school this morning.
They saw all the flags stuck in yards around the neighborhood and asked what was going on. I told them it was 9/11 and my youngest said, “Does that mean we get free Slurpees today?”
No baby, that’s 7-Eleven Day. Don’t judge my kid because it’s not her fault. She simply didn’t know what happened or the gravity of the whole situation. I realized at that moment that I had to explain it to her, just so she wouldn’t make that kind of mistake again.
So I told she and her sister the whole terrible story, from the first plane to the clouds of ash. They sat quietly in the back seat and listened in absolute horror. My older girl knew the story but she heard details this time that had never been shared with her before.
By the time they got out of the car, their faces were white and sad and I felt like the World’s Biggest A-Hole for telling them. Did I do the right thing? It was important to me that they understood the importance of September 11th and never confused it with getting a free Slurpee again. That said, now they KNOW everything that happened on that day. It is bound to affect them, the way it has affected us all.
So I won’t be sharing my 9/11 story here today. Once was enough. Instead, I’m going to spend 9/11 enjoying the life I have been blessed with. I’m going to eat and play and go roll around on the floor with my cats. I’m going to pick my kids up from school, take them to the pool and laugh while they jump cannonballs. I’m going to drink booze, make-out with my husband and crawl into a big, soft bed at the end of the day, but make no mistake.
I too, will never forget.