Can I just be real for a second, please?!
I know today is 9/11. I know it’s been 18 years. I know it’s a day of remembrance. And like everyone else, I too remember exactly where I was when it all happened. But now it's time for the truth.
This morning … I forgot. While making waffles, pulling Boy 1 (9y/o) out of bed and steering him into the kitchen for said waffles, I forgot. Popped two more waffles (one additional waffle for Boy 1 and one single waffle for Boy 2 (5y/o) … you’ll see why this is important in a sec) in the toaster, I’m that amazing of a mom, Lego my Eggo! Went and pulled Boy 2 out for his waffle, but then proceeded to get in trouble for not fixing Boy 2 two waffles, hence he wasn’t going to wear his “cowboy” outfit for Cowboy Day at school, more forgetting. Finally get Boy 1 and Boy 2 fed, teeth brushed and in the interim and still forgetting it’s 9/11, the dog has now taken it upon herself to run around the house with the clean clothes the boys are supposed to be wearing to school. Oh, AND, I grabbed the wrong uniform shirt for the Boy 1 … because why?! It’s Field Trip day for Boy 1 and we have a special shirt for that. Of course we do. Head back to the west wing of my home … kidding, it’s not big, I just like making fun of it!, and grab the field trip shirt and literally beg and plead Boy 1 and Boy 2 to FINALLY get dressed. Also, still forgetting. And did I mention, I’m still not dressed for the day?! I’ve showered, put makeup on, brushed my hair … shockingly it’s still shaped-ish from yesterday (praise sweet baby Jesus!), fed the dog, made the coffee, packed the lunch for Boy 1, refilled the water bottles and all the rest above. Supermom, no, just a normal mom. And don’t forget, I still have no clue what day it is, let alone that it’s 9/11. Anyways, so I’m kinda ready, but not 100%. IF I get dressed before all of that stuff, I’ll either spill something, drop something, rip something, or have sticky hands placed on me. It’s better to control what you can and move on … i.e. last one getting dressed always. So I mentioned Cowboy Day. Not sure about your kids, but I don’t feel like little kids wear jeans anymore. They’re constantly in Under Armour and therefore making them put on jeans is basically the same as asking them to never eat sugar ever again … it’s not going to happen. And then I become a Jurassic Park T-Rex by this point … I’m sure there were tears. And he thinks his boots are too small, awesome. Dressed, victory is mine! ZERO clue it’s 9/11. And I assume that The Today Show has come on at some point and you’d think I’d hear something, but I didn’t. Then I finally shift my focus to myself and attempt to put something on that’s semi-professional … and by that I mean, no tennis shoes, basically. Dressed and out the door… here we go. 10/15 min drive to school. Still NEVER hear anything on the radio about 9/11! We did rock out to some Jonas Brothers though. Drop Boy 1 off in carline, walk Boy 2 into his classroom, a little pageant waving through the hallways. Drive to work, another 10/15 mins, nothing! Sit down at my desk. My early morning is my time to check social media before I tackle emails. And then it happened … I REMEMBERED. Social media is flooded with posts and I love it. I love the #NeverForget and I didn’t, but I did, and I’m truly sorry. Reading all the “2,900+ people never knew they wouldn’t see their families ever again” or “hug your loved ones,” etc. Tears have been streaming down my face. I told Boy 1 and Boy 2 I loved them, but I also, said to Boy 1, “love you, get out, hurry, they’re waiting, love you, get out, like now please.” Um pretty sure that’s NOT what you say to your kid on 9/11, or ever, but I did. Boy 2 wasn’t happy either at his drop off but I rushed thru it as well while the teacher was trying to deal with him. I love them, I do. Was it extra special today, no it wasn’t. Do I feel bad, a million percent yes.
Did I forget 9/11? Yes, I did. Who does that?! According to social media, nobody forgot … but I did. We say we’ll #neverforget, but I did. And I just felt like I needed to say that … out loud. I love this country. But you know what I truly love and miss, I miss 9/12. 9/12 is when America became a giant neighborhood. 9/12 is when we had a shortage of American flags. On 9/12 we didn’t care what political party you liked. Maybe tomorrow, 9/12, I’ll remember it’s 9/12, and attempt to slow down the daily chaos for just a sec to #neverforget to say I love you and mean it more than the usual.