|September 12, 2011||Posted by Dakotapam under Working Mom Wisdom|
Of all the things I remember about 9/11, I remember being pregnant. It was not my first pregnancy, and it would not be my last, yet it was a pregnancy marked with sorrow.
I was a young mother, with 5 and 3 year old sons. I had just flown back home (via United Airlines, no less) from a family wedding in Michigan. While I was gone, the Rev. and my then little boys had moved all of our worldly possessions into our home on a beautiful river in northern Minnesota.
Our phone and internet had been hooked up (hello, dial-up!), but I was still waiting on the cable guy. On that sunny September day 10 years ago, I looked at the pile of moving boxes in my living room and opted for coffee on my back deck instead of work. I was just past my first trimester, and coffee was beginning to be palatable and enjoyable again. But there was one problem. I was out of creamer.
I loaded the little ones up in our little car, and headed out for the grocery store. I was not even around the bend in our road before I began to hear the horrific news on the radio. Not only had one plane crashed into the World Trade Center, it appeared that a second one had as well. I immediately turned around and returned home to call the Rev. at church. (We totally did not have cell phones yet! I only got mine 2 years ago!).
The rest of the day is a blur. I remember the Rev. going to a neighbor’s home to watch news coverage. I remember being angry, frightened and sad. I remember logging on to the computer to check with my Yahoo Baby Club (we still, 10 years later, communicate daily) to make sure everyone was OK. We were all in shock, and frightened, and angry, and most of all, unsure of what kind of world we were bringing these fresh new babies into.
Our cable was not hooked up for a few days. I actually never watched any 9/11 video footage until a year later. I’m actually glad that we had no cable on that terrible day, as I most certainly would have viewed it on the Today Show, live.
What I did not realize until yesterday was how much I had sheltered my Child of 9/11. Sure, hen has heard the term. He has written letters to members of the US Military. He is a proud Cub Scout. He knows that there are other people who hate America.
However, we had never really told him about that day. When he was alive, but not yet born, and life as we knew it changed forever.
Yesterday, as we were getting ready for church, we had left the TV on, and he watched the events unfold. He finally learned what 9/11 was.
As I was driving him to visit a friend, he asked me about it. About what happened. And so I told him. I told him about the terrorists. But mostly, I told him about the heroes. I told him of the first responders. I told him of the ordinary people who reached out and helped friends and neighbors. And then I broke down in sobs as I told him the story of Flight 93.
I told him that there are children, his very age, who have never met their fathers, because of this act of terrorism. I told him of people who lost mothers, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters. I spoke of innocence lost.
Our world changed that day.
But when I look into the eyes of my son, my child of 9/11, I can see hope, and a future. When you see a nine year old this week, remember, quite possibly, their world was changed the most.
|September 5, 2014||Posted by Dakotapam under Reviews and Giveaways|
Hey Southern California readers! It is not too late to get in on Fit Made Fun Day(register here) featuring Soccer star and mom of three, Mia Hamm!
The afternoon of fun at Santa Monica Beach is sponsored by LeapFrog and all of the registered participants will receive a LeapBand Fitness Tracker(which is super cool!) and a goody bag.
A fun and active beach event featuring soccer legend and official LeapBand spokesperson Mia Hamm, and more than 300 children attempting to become the GUINNESS WORLD RECORDS® holder for three active play records: hopping on one foot, sand angels and the swim dance!
I wish I could be there, but as a North Dakotan, I am more into snow angels than sand angels! However, I WILL be conducting a phone interview with Mia Hamm on Monday! Leave any questions regarding kids and fitness that you would like me to ask her in the comments!
And watch for a fun LeapBand giveaway coming soon!
|September 3, 2014||Working Mom Wisdom|
In May our oldest graduated from high school, and a few weeks ago he drove off to college. I cried both days. A lot. But then, like the strong-willed German that I am, I bucked up and got over it. Because my kid going to college is not about me. I had my chance. I […] keep reading
|August 28, 2014||Food|
With the kids heading back to school, and one fewer kid at the table (sniff), it is time to buckle back down with meal planning. Summer can be fun with lazy days and no bedtimes. We tend to not even start thinking about dinner until after I get home from work, and then work […] keep reading
|August 26, 2014||Working Mom Wisdom|
Nobody told me: that I would be in more pain after the baby was born than I would be during labor. that feeding a newborn would be a full-time job. that I would have conversations about poop and never blush. that I could survive on two hours of interrupted sleep. that I would be […] keep reading
|August 17, 2014||Working Mom Wisdom|
I’ve spent the better part of the last 15 years on parenting message boards, email groups and Facebook groups. When I started off on this mom gig, I was determined to be a pro. Whether or not I’ve succeeded at professional motherhood is best left un-judged, but suffice it to say, I’ve talked and typed […] keep reading
|August 11, 2014||Working Mom Wisdom|
My husband has a fun (sadistic) game in which he tries to make me cry about the children growing up. I tear up easily, so it is not a difficult game for him. For the most part, I am so happy to see my kids grow up. I’m a more patient mom to school aged […] keep reading
|August 7, 2014||Working Mom Wisdom|
This is a picture from what seems a lifetime ago. A quick snapshot of four women outside of our cabin at a Pastor’s wives retreat. We were all supporting our husbands in the same geographical area. We spent the weekend laughing, crying, praying for each other. Within the next few years, we were all […] keep reading