Remembering

September 11, 2001 started out like any other day.  I got up and drove to work.  I worked in a shelter.  At 9am I started our normal house meeting.  I outlined the day and dealt with issues.  Then I sent the women out on their normal routines.  I did a few things in my office at the shelter and then I decided to go to the agency office for a few things.

I stood at the elevator waiting.  Another person, also waiting, started to talk. 

Her: Can you believe we were attached?
Me: What?
Her: The terrorist attack.
Me: Oh.  Where? (Because I knew it was overseas.  I mean, we were Americans.  We are untouchable.)
Her:  In New York.
Me: What?
Her: They flew the planes into the buildings in NYC.

I got to the office as the rest of the staff was pulling out the TV and turning it on.  As I watched the buildings fall my world changed.  We were not untouchable. 

And this week as people began talking about it...on the radio and the TV...Ladybug began asking questions.   And I realized that this had not happened in her lifetime.  She would not remember this day.  And I am not sure I am ready to explain it all to her --- as we prepare for a plane trip in a month.

Mean Mama