Tyler's enrichment class spent a lot of time discussing 9/11. When he came home and we discussed it further, he remembered details that I had forgotten. Of course, listening to our conversation, Danielle had questions, which Tyler & I tried to answer. I'd say it was a "good" conversation, but that doesn't sound right. It was an important conversation, and I could tell that hearing about that day meant something to Tyler.
A local high school errected a "Field of Honor" for the victims of 9/11 by displaying a flag for each of the victims. It's one thing to hear how many victims there were, it's another to walk through a field of nearly 3000 flags. Tyler joked "We're in public, Mom, so don't start crying" as we started walking through the flags, but after awhile he got pretty quiet, too. It was a little overwhelming to remember that each one of those flags represented someone's husband or wife, mother or father, son or daughter.
I remember where I was and what I was doing when the planes hit. I remember all the feelings of that day and the days immediately following. Our children weren't born yet (Tyler was just a couple weeks away), so they can't remember those feelings. It's our job to be sure they understand the significance of that day and what it meant to America.
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