Tomorrow marks the 7th Anniversary of 9/11. I can't believe it has been seven years. Seven years ago, I had just quit a perfectly good job that I had had for over 12 years and gone back to school to finish my degree. I had just been back a couple of weeks on the morning of September 11th. I didn't have to be at school until 12:30 and had just completed my daily run. I was ironing my clothes for the day while watching Good Morning American and then Peter Jennings came on to talk about the plane that had hit the North Tower near Times Square in New York. Pretty strange. . .but, at the time, there was only minimal speculation that it was terrorists. Then, while I watched, a second plane hit the South Tower. No further speculation needed. Numbly, I picked up my cell phone to make the last call I'd be able to make for a couple of days and called Pat. We talked for a few minutes and then went about our day. Thinking back, I don't know how I got through school that day. It wasn't until the afternoon that I had heard about the Pentagon (where a very good friend of ours worked at the time) and then later about the plane that went down in Pennsylvania. We live 13 miles from Dulles airport and the FAA Tower for the Mid-Atlantic is in Leesburg. . .one of the planes took off from Dulles. Perhaps you can imagine the shock and surprise and the feeling of impending change that was felt in our area. Perhaps you felt your own version.
Seven years later and nothing has really changed. And yet, so much has changed. . .
How does one discuss these kinds of issues with children? How does one discuss the troubles that exist between ones child's birth country with his or her new home country without being prejudiced? As a child of the Cold War, I find myself in a bit of a dilema regardless of how much I love Russia and her history. I don't want Aidan to feel hated. . .ever. He is too special for that. This will be a discussion to tread lightly with until he can fully understand it.
In the meantime, Aidan found a Corvette magazine and pulled it open to this page and showed it to me and said, "Mama! Look! Cool BB!" (BB is what he calls cars) The kid has taste.