August 26, 2008

Remembering

As September 11th draws near, I find myself pulling out old VCR recordings of that terrible day. I along with so many others watched the events of that day unfold. And, as each day after that I was unable to pull myself away from the coverage, I think that I was shell-shocked. Maybe if I watched it enough I would understand the reasoning. But I never did.

It’s with a heavy heart that I replace my yellow ribbon around the Oak tree in my front yard. I have kept a yellow ribbon and flag out for those we’ve lost and continue to lose in the war on terror. I want to thank the men and women who fight for our country. I hope you return home soon and safe.

I like many others never lost anyone in the WTC or the Pentagram or even the heroes on Flight 93. The rescue workers that have now become sick and yes even the dogs the searched the rubble and have passed away. There’s nothing anyone could ever say that could thank any of them enough for what they sacrificed. I’ll say it any ways THANK YOU.

Was it the devastation of the amount of lives lost that day that I look at? Yes. I watch everything that is on television and that I recorded because I won’t let myself ever forget, ever.

August 19, 2008

Growing up

Today as I was helping my fourteen-year-old, six foot daughter ready for high school. I was painting her nails for her; she looked at me real serious. Now to set the mood. All day long, we were getting things ready for school Thursday. At my suggestion, we were getting her spray tanned because she takes meds that the side effect is sun sensitivity.

Daughter: Mom can I ask you something?

Me: sure.

Daughter: Have you ever felt like you were growing up to soon?

I sat there and thought about it. Me: Sure, everyone goes through it, why?

With tears in here eyes. Daughter: I just wanted to know.

I was finished painting her nails and she got up without a word and went back to her room. I went in to her room to put away her nail polish. I looked at her and she looked sad. I felt horrible for her.

Me to daughter: Do you sometimes feel like you want to grow but another part of you is screaming ‘this is too much too fast?

Daughter: yeah how did you know?

Me: because I went through the same thing.

She looked relieved but the tears were still there.