Where I Was on 9/11

The twins were about 6 weeks old. DH had left for work and I was dozing with the babies when he called and said, "Turn on the tv.  They are saying on the radio that a plane just hit the World Trade Center."

And I said, "You must have misheard.  That isn't possible." It was just so preposterous.

I turned on the television in our bedroom and confirmed that DH had not misheard.  I was watching as the second plane hit the second tower and was glued to the television for the rest of the day as the whole horrible scenario unfolded.

PS was not-quite three, and I remember putting the living room television on Blue's Clues and being oh so thankful that Nickelodeon was not interrupting its programming.  I stayed huddled in my bedroom with my infant twins, crying and wondering what kind of world I had just brought these babies into.

PS was surprisingly content to watch tv all day--maybe because we had strict limitations on how much television she was allowed to watch, or maybe because she sensed that something was wrong. The twins also seemed particularly easy to deal with that day.

Watching the memorial coverage this morning is hard.  Especially when they showed the segments about the kids who lost their parents. And the kids who never knew their fathers. Those kids are about the age of my twins and I can't imagine how different their lives would be if they never knew their dad.