Today is just another day for my sons.
They aren’t mourning the loss of their father or other loved ones.
They aren’t visting a memorial to honor the victims in the Twin Towers.
In fact, if you mentioned 9/11, my kids wouldn’t know what you were talking about.
My children were born in a post-9/11 world. They never saw the heartwrenching photos of New Yorkers fleeing their beloved city. Or of firefighters placing an American flag in the rubble.
I still remember 9/11. I still remember waking up to the replay of the plane hitting the Tower. I still remember going into work, feeling totally and utterly helpless here in California. I still remember calling our dozens of consultants all over the country. I still remember waiting to hear from Satyapal – scheduled to work in the Towers that week. I still remember the cheers of joy from the building when we received an email from him. He was alive. I still remember crying in the bathroom at work for people that I never knew and their families who didn’t know if their loved one was alive.
So now, how do I talk to my children about that day? When do I talk to them about it? How do I explain 9/11? What do I say?