I am a daughter. I am a wife. I am a mother. But through it all, I have been and always will be, a woman.

The Event

It’s been 10 years since The Event.  It’s been 10 years since 9/11.  Ten years.  We say it affected us all.  We say it left scars on the soul of humanity. We say it destroyed innocence.  It did.  It changed everything.  And nothing.

I don’t have to explain “It changed everything.”  But I do feel like I should explain “And nothing” just in case you think me unfeeling and cold.  After everything calmed down, life got back to normal.  We all at three meals a day.  We go to sleep at night.  We clean our houses.  We bathe our children.  We buy cars, change jobs, make new friends.  It changed nothing.
But it did change everything.  None of us take for granted some things anymore.  We don’t think that we are invincible anymore.  We know now that we CAN be hurt.  We know now that some WILL attack us.  We realize that we ARE just as vulnerable as everyone else.  It changed everything.
The Event.  At least of my generation.  For my parents’ generation it was Kennedy’s assassination.  For my grandparents’, it was World War II.  Every generation has an Event.  Think about that for a minute.  Every generation has an Event.  Every Generation.  Now think about the future.  What will be The Event for our kids?  Our Grandkids?  Does that scare the hell out of you like it does me?
M is 4.  Z is 7.  H is 12.  How do I protect their innocence?  I can’t.  How do I prevent their scars.  I can’t.  How do I stand by and let them be hurt?  I can’t stop it.  How do I prepare myself to watch them be hurt?  I can’t.
All I CAN do is try to teach them right from wrong; good from evil.  All I can do is teach them sympathy and empathy; how to help others; how to support others.  All I can do is teach them how to handle adversity, to stay calm in the face of chaos, how to be strong.  It’s not enough.  I want to do more.
I want to PREVENT their Event.  But I can’t.  I can try to show them how I handled mine.  And I can try to show them how to handle theirs better than I did.
I pray God protects us all, but even more, I pray God protects our children.  Especially when we can’t.

Tell me what you think.  Tell me what you think about our Event.  About our childrens’ Event.  Tell me whatever you want.  Please

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