I know 9/11 was yesterday.
I know the ceremonies are over.
But for me, 9/11 was a day like today. I had taken my happy first grader to school on a perfect, sunny almost fall mid-west day when the temperature is warm and trees make a soft rustling sound in the breeze. I stood in my kitchen looking out at crazy squirrels terrorizing my yard as I drank my last cup of coffee and listened to the Today Show.
A breaking news bulletin flashed on TV a little before 8 a.m. our time and everything changed. The world seemed to stop and I didn’t care anymore about the crazy squirrels. As a six-year-old at the time, my daughter remembers very little; her most vivid memories are people around her being upset and a video about planes being played over and over on TV.
What do I remember?
I remember praying and crying for those lost and hurt by the actions of a few and thinking, “My child will never know a world without the fear of terrorism.” She only knows about long security lines in airports, baggage searches, screening machines and preparedness drills.
Yet life continues, years pass, children grow, and we have much to be thankful for. Wouldn’t it be great for us to remember that every single day? We cannot let fear define us nor deter us.