Today, on 9/11, I will remember to honor my role as a mom to nurture my children, the global citizens of tomorrow.
What will you do on 9/11?
I was five months pregnant on 9/11.
When the first plane crashed, my mother, my father, and my brother were on all different airplanes. I was awoken by a phone call that morning from my father, who was crying, panicked that my brother could be on one of the planes that crashed. As we watched the second plane crash, we still did not know where he was. It was with immense relief that I wept after he called to say his plane had made an emergency landing in Detroit.
And then I was overwhelmed with grief and sadness as I realized that so many in our global family – our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, friends, neighbors, teachers, nephews, nieces, aunts, cousins, children – had died in this terrible attack on humanity. A day later, while going for a walk, I fainted and ended up in the hospital. The stress from all the emotion combined with my pregnancy was too much for me to handle.
For me, the call of 9/11 was linked to becoming a mom. I found myself overwhelmed with anxiety, fear, trepidation of bringing a innocent life into a planet into a world that held so much violence.
However, over the next few months as stories poured in about the lives, the personalities, the dreams of those who perished, that fear transitioned into something powerful.