The morning of September 11th, was my son’s first day of preschool in Westerville, Ohio. The first day of school was an open house; a test run for the preschoolers’ 2 1/2 hour day, twice a week. My son was full of excitement to meet his teachers, experience recess and snack time.
t was a gorgeous Tuesday morning with blue skies. He wore a new pair of (white) shoes with Velcro. He did not want shoelaces to interfere with his recess.
With his new Scooby Doo back pack that was the same size as him we got a few pictures of him on this beautiful Tuesday morning in September.
We snapped a photo of our son and his sister. It was a big day for our son… on a blue sky day in September.
My husband and I drove separately to our son’s preschool that morning. He planned to head into the city for work. I planned to celebrate the trial run withHappy Meals.
September 11th |
As we walked into the school, my husband mentioned a report that a plane hit the side of a building in Manhattan. We assumed it was a traffic helicopter or small plane. We didn’t think any more of it.Our son had our full attention on that beautiful Tuesday morning.
With the tour over, my husband and I went on our separate ways with discussions about ballet practice and dinner that evening. When I started my car my radio clicked on with reports on every single channel. I could hear panic in the broadcasters’ voices. Words like “attack, ” “our country, “passengers,” “airspace,” filled the airways on the drive home. I picked up Happy Meals. Keep a routine for the children. Keep a routine.
My daughter was at her school about a mile from our house. I almost picked her up … twice. The school made the decision to remain open to give the students a sense of normalcy.
The reality was dozens of parents and relatives commuted or worked in NYC. Columbus was a hub for giant retailers in NYC.
We knew families who spent the day (s) tracking down aunts, uncles and grandparents who worked in or near the Twin Towers. In my husband’s office, a colleague lost two brothers that morning. A neighbor packed up his car to drive to NYC where his dad worked in one of the Towers.
On a Tuesday afternoon, the entire student body of my daughter’s school made drawings of the American flag.
This American flag drawing was done by our daughter on the afternoon of September 11th, 2001. I saved her American flag drawing and stored it in her keepsake box.
Recently, I found her drawing in her keepsake box. Scattered along her report cards, poems and Mother’s Day cards was her drawing of the American flag. On the back of the drawing she had signed and dated the picture. I framed it where it now resides year round.