I lived through that day and have chosen to not relive the horror. I choose to remember the power of moms I experienced that day.
In 2001, my last child was in his freshman year at The Ohio State University and my 4 daughters were living their lives wherever. I was still running a daycare business out of our home to supplement the budget for the kids in college.
I received a quick and urgent call from my daughter, Jocelyn, who was at work. "MOM! Quick. Turn on TV! A plane has flown into one of the World Trade Tower." I hurriedly did so and watched what I thought was the plane flying into the tower only quickly to learn that it was the second plane hitting the second tower LIVE. Like the rest of the world, I was stunned.
I gathered my little wards together and kept them busy, away from the television screen as I would look in now and again to see what was being said.
My tender memories of that day are not about the horrors we watched for hours and rehashed for days. I was the continual phone calls I took from the moms of those sweet innocent children in my care. Moms who just needed to know the kids were safe and sound staying with me. Oh yes, they knew they were but in the basic nature of mothers they needed to hear their voices, learn what they were doing.
But one mom, in particular, moved me that day. I had charge of one little girl, and held the protective custody right of her aunt and uncle and father...the important responsibility to keep her safe from her mom. Not that the mom was a bad woman, just that she had problems and even the police knew to drive past my home periodically to be sure we were all safe. I was feeding all the kids their lunches at the kitchen table at 809 which has a window that looked out to the driveway. I saw this particular mom walking up the driveway very slowly. I grabbed my phone and I grabbed her daughter in my arms. I opened the back door and she stood a few feet back She said, "I am not here to hurt her or you but I just had to come and see for myself that she's OK." This mom had worked at the Federal Building in Cleveland and as with all federal employees she was sent home. Her first stop was at my home. "I assure you it's ok. I've talked with XXX who has given me permission to come...you can call him if you don't believe me but I promise you, he said it would be OK." I believed her. I knew the love she had for this little girl and I knew she wouldn't hurt her child but I did tell her I could dial the police really fast.
But this mom, like all the other moms who called me as Jocelyn called me...this mom just needed to be with her child and hold her and kiss her... like so many other moms, wives, sisters would have loved to have done with their own children who had died in the fiery results of hatred.
Nope...this day I choose to not relive that day in 2001 but to remember the love of mothers.