Saturday, September 11, 2010
Where was I nine years ago?
On that fateful day, I was the nanny to a beautiful 7 month old boy whose parents were both officers in the Navy. Mom was out on a ship, training in the Chesapeake Bay, and Dad was in the Naval Hospital. My own son was in high school, my oldest daughter was in either Texas or Missouri, my youngest daughter was at work nearby on a base as a civilian, and my husband was at work too. My husband called me to say turn on the t.v. and then it started. The fear... of living in the area with the largest concentration of military in the eastern U.S. The calls from family members of the baby and my own family. The steps to gather family close JIC we were next, a very REAL threat. The sudden flurry of jets leaving the area. (I forget whether all the ships stayed in port or moved out to sea...) Tanya, at The Sampler Girl reminded me today of her experiences, which inspired this post. She is right, it DID bring people closer together. I 'inherited' a baby boy for a while due to the base being locked down where dad was, and mom's ship being a first responder in NYC. Schools closed. I packed the baby up and went home. Yes, we were glued to the t.v. most of the day, but we were all together, like a mother hen and her chicks. Most memories fade with time, but that is still very vivid in my mind. Imagine the people all over the world that live with that kind of fear daily... Say a prayer, it is the BEST we can do. Hugs.