Obi’s Sister

I’ve noticed that the anniversary of 9/11 tends to turn me inward, in the same way that you might grieve on the anniversary of the death of someone near and dear to you. I didn’t know anyone personally that died that day. I do know many people who lost someone that day. Through them, and through other bloggers I’ve met since, I’ve come to know many of the victims. Fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, husbands, wives, grandfathers, grandmothers, granddaughters, grandsons, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, friends, lovers. How we choose to remember only matters to each one of us, individually, and those we choose to remember. The ripples of grief continue to tear away at the fabric of our lives. And while America fidgets, they keep practicing.

Interesting in that the Left continues to bash our President and anyone involved with him and “His War.” Why are we still surprised at their adolescent behavior? Why do we still write about it? Isn’t that the definition of insanity? To do the same things over and over again, hoping for a different result? Yes it is, but like many others, I think the key word in that sentence is HOPE. We hope they will come to their senses. We hope they may renew their spirit of patriotism. We hope they may grow a pair. We hope they may not be re-elected.

I can only hope that the constituents in the districts of these two morons will finally see the light. Two Peas in a Pod.

Perhaps they might have a different mindset if they’d lost someone close to them that day. If they ever thought about anyone but themselves and keeping their powerbase intact.

Several posts the last few days have been about children and how they deal with 9/11. I remember my own children’s schools that day. Least’un’s school was locked down. My (then) high schooler said the teachers didn’t do anything, they just let the TVs run all day. Mamacita’s post about the clueless administration at her school really hits a nerve.

Ignoring an issue will not help. Morbidly focusing on an issue will not help. Our children are not stupid, and to treat them as such is not something that builds trust. Our children deserve answers to their questions.

How can we expect our children to learn to find a happy medium if we don’t show them ourselves, when opportunities arise?

The teachable moment had passed and nothing but terror remained. At her school that day, the terrorists won and she was left holding the bag.

While we could talk ad nauseum as to Why They Hate Us, our kids deserve to know that it’s not their fault. And despite whatever school administrators, media enablers and history book revisionists believe, in America children are entitled to a childhood. They need to know they are loved and cherished and most of all, safe.

Like so many subjects (i.e. sex, driver’s ed, The War of Northern Aggression, etc.) that cause unease when taught by government schools, the best answers to 9/11 lie at home.

I’d feel more confident about the future if more children feel like Eitan Sommer does on his birthday [9/11]: Loving life, but fully aware that there are some really bad people intent on taking it away.

Parents, talk to your kids. Give them love and hope and resolve. Their future is ours as well.