A friend of mine posted this video on their timeline this morning. I watched it and the tears starting flowing down my cheeks.
On the way to school this morning, my daughter (age 13) asked why I had been crying. I told her about it and she said “Aww, that’s neat”.
It dawned on me, that although my children know what Sept. 11th is, they will never truly feel it like those of us who remember that fateful day.
They will never feel the confusion as we watched the towers go down.
They will never feel the worry of the families who waited to hear about their loved ones.
They will never feel the sorrow as we watched the number of fatalities go up.
They will never feel the anger as we learned why this happened.
Yes, I am glad they did not have to feel this collection of emotions surrounding that day.
But a part of me? A part of me is sad they won’t.
Because, although I don’t want my children to experience the sorrow or anger, they will also never get to feel the pride that I felt for my country that day.
They don’t get to experience the pride I felt watching this country stand up, dust off it’s boot straps, and rebuild.
They don’t get to experience the pride I felt when watching neighbor helping neighbor, because we weren’t strangers anymore. The fire department, police and rescue workers who spent hours, days, searching for survivors. The citizens who put aside their own problems and came together to offer time, money and prayers to those in need.
But makes me sad most of all?
They don’t get to experience the pride I felt to be an American.
I will never forget. Make sure your children won’t either.