My daughter was only two on that ugly day, ten years ago. I remember how I had a hard time tearing myself away from watching the news. But I had an even stronger desire to protect her from knowing of, and fearing such evil. So the news had to wait until she was sleeping. I was pregnant with my son when the U.S. struck Iraq, the second time. I remember watching the news again, and how sad I felt, that he would be born into a country at war. He's seven now and his country has been at war for his entire life. He has no idea- and that's intentional. We don't listen to or watch the news in front of our kids and we don't talk about it in front of them.
It's impossible to protect then forever though. My daughter, now twelve, has been hearing bits and pieces about 9/11 for years now. With the anniversary, she was hearing even more. My son still seems blissfully unaware. I didn't want her to be fearful or develop false ideas. I wanted to let her know what it was about, without sharing too much, and without her seeing some of the more graphic images. She watched this excellent video for kids, and then we talked about it. I realized how mature she's grown lately in her thinking. I'm proud of her. But it's still hard. I felt like we said goodbye to a little bit more of her childhood.
I took these photos last night, walking around downtown Kirkland with my husband. The flags were a memorial to the victims of 9/11. There were nearly 3,000 of them. They were everywhere. It was sobering and yet very beautiful.