September 11

I feel a need to speak about today. Of course I remember where I was when I heard. My mother-in-law called me and told me to turn on the tv. I was fixing breakfast. Liam was 3, Maddie was almost 2. Neither of them went to preschool yet, so we were just at home, doing what we usually did.

I turned on the tv in our living room. The kids were just around, not really paying attention. Later in the day though, I noticed Liam playing with his puzzle. He had a set of transportation puzzles: one was a train, one a bus, one a fire truck and one was an airplane. He was putting the airplane one together and then crashing it into the ottoman. He would put it together again, then crash it into the ottoman. I was spooked.

Our lives have changed since then in several ways. First, I sought out a church immediately afterward. I began going to Unity Church in Tallmadge. I needed help making sense of these events that made no sense. I needed to be among other spiritual peacemongers. We also made a major change at our house. The word "hate" was abolished from our vocabulary. We will not allow the word to be used. The children have to say "I don't like brussel sprouts" or whatever. Using the word "hate" is not tolerated. It seems like a small detail, but not to us. We don't want to contribute one single molecule of hatred into the world.

And finally, Isabella was conceived three weeks after 9/11. I wonder how the energy of that event influenced the children conceived around that time. (I know of many!) She was born to change the world. You can see it in her. She has the fire it takes to make a difference.