Sunday, September 11, 2011


I shared this on the Sweet Rose Studio blog today, but I wanted to share it here too.

I remember being woken by my dad at 6:45 in the morning, telling me I had to come see the TV. At that point, only one tower of the World Trade Center had been hit. At that point, we figured it was just a random tragedy that our country was dealing with.

And then the second plane hit.

And then the Pentagon got hit.

And then it was a stark realization that our country was under attack.

When something with such gravity strikes you and begins to affect your life and your perception of what you've known your whole life, at least for me, I started to remember the littlest details and feelings of that fateful day.

I remember not wanting to go to my classes at the local community college that day partially in fear and partially because I wanted to watch the coverage on TV.

I remember the few days following September 11, when the skies above me were empty for the first time in my life.

I remember aching for those families that lost loved ones that day and holding the ones I cared for most a little tighter.

I remember our nation bonding and coming together in out collective time of need. More American Flags were flying, people were more generous, we felt more unity than ever before.

September 11, 2001 robbed The United States of America of a good part of our innocence; we no longer looked at the world through rose-colored glasses. At the same time, what terrorists did to cause our great country harm only ended up making us stronger in the long run, as most hurtful things do.

Today and everyday, I remember; I can never forget.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

bring it.

The way I figure, I can look at today one of two ways: I can face it head on and take it like a champ or I can huddle in a dark corner and pray the kids make it through in one piece.

Today, I strive to be SuperMomma.

Those pesky blisters that are covering the soles of Luke's feet and popping up on his hands and in his mouth? They don't scare me.

The incessant glob of green goo oozing from Reagan's nose? It doesn't phase me a bit.

The screaming and whining and tantrum throwing? Just a minor bump in the road.

So to anything else that they may throw (or sneeze) my way, I say:

Watch out. You don't know who you're messing with today.

I will take. you. down.