I have always considered my son as being the very reason for my being. He and I have both had some rough times whilst going on this journey together. From the very week I found out I was pregnant, life has been scary and a bit of a battle ground. I remember finding out after only a month of trying finding out we were having a baby. The sheer joy and love I felt for this little tadpole.
I awoke to news of the first plane hitting the World Trade Center. And as I sat there on the bed, this fresh little life inside me growing, people were being forced to make the decision to jump to their deaths rather being burned to death.
So many questions flew through my mind at what felt like a million miles an hour as I sat there weeping in horror. What was the world going to be like when I brought this baby into the world? Would he even be able to have the freedoms I had growing up? Would the world ever recover? Was this act of war going to be the one that sets off ww3? So much ate at me as we as a nation saw 3000 plus of our friends, lovers, countrymen and women die horrible deaths.
In the days, weeks, months after we heard tales of heroism that saved many. So much selfless sacrifice and bravery. The very fabric of the nation changed that day. We saw our fellow men as neighbors and were compassionate to them. This was a nation together a world I was proud to bring My son into. A nation that was filled with all the things that make us who we are: patriotic, caring, fierce, loving. A place that he would be proud to be from. A place where race didn’t matter. Everyone helped each other because we are all from the same place, fought the same fears, supported our troops and our POTUS. A place we were all willing to fight and die for.
13 years later my son is now 12 and a half… Lord knows when young we have to have those 1/2 years added. The world has changed and we lose sight of it all. But I am teaching my son to see past color, past creed, past levels of disability, past sexual preference and to see that he can make a huge difference in the world. It is our responsibility to be examples of that world we developed of love, compassion and caring . Maybe then we will see a better world.