I am sitting here today snuggling with a squishy 2 year old, next to a handsome 7 year old playing video game reflecting on September 11, 2001.
In 2001 I was a newlywed in a new town and new job light years away from my previous life. Less than 2 months before I moved from suburban Orange Country (The OC) to a border town in the hot desert mere miles from Mexico. Less then 2 weeks before I accepted a position as a middle school science teacher for 7th and 8th grade. My prior career was an analytical Chemist for a major pharmaceutical company. I had no previous teacher experience or training. Talk about crazy.
Being 3 hours behind, by the time I reached school many of the events on the East Coast had already unfolded without my knowledge. I heard some water cooler talk about stuff happened but was still unaware of the complete tragedy and attack unfolding on our country.
I enter my classroom and turned on the TV. Our TV had few channels but one of the happened to be CNN. Once I realized what was truly happening I call my hubby and woke him up. At the time he was a US Boarder Patrol agent. Like most of the US I was glued to the TV but at some point our principal requested a return to “normal” activity and the TV’s off. I had to keep myself together considering I had to be in front of over 180 11 to 13 year olds fro the rest of the day.
Flash forward to yesterday. A day where I went with my 2 beautiful sons to our cities Patriot Day celebration. My son in his Boy Scout uniform and me beaming with pride as tears streamed down my face. The celebration / memorial included bag pipes, a USMC battalion, tanks and truck for the kids to explore, a USMC family who lost their son a few months ago, a 21 gun salute, etc. My hubby was at work, work where he is a first responder. He is among the brotherhood of men and women who ran into those buildings, who provided control among the chaos.
I am proud to be an American, proud of my husband and happy to have the life I am blessed to have.