Every year on 9/11 I always want to teach my kids about it and maybe have them feel what I felt on that day. I remember being so sad and wondering what was happening to the USA. I remember thinking the skies were so quiet with no airplanes or helicopters flying. I remember being at training for work thinking what am I doing here and being so grateful they sent us home early so I could be with Ryan and watch the news. I remember just feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness and pride afterwards for the people who stepped up and helped. For the firefighters, the policeman, the people who donated their blood and all the others I know I am forgetting.
So this year I thought I would take my kids to the Healing Fields in Tempe. They got out early from school and we didn't have anything planned for the afternoon. It seemed like the perfect plan. I think they may have gotten something out of it but mostly they just wanted Rita's Water Ice. I tried to have them look at the flags and see the names of the people who died but really they are young. I am hoping year after year if I continue to talk to them about it they will remember. I know I got felt something from visiting. I am grateful to live in America and I know this land is a blessed land.
