Nothing Will Ever Be The SameSep 21 '01 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line From miles away, the tragedy that struck New York, has changed lives forever.
This is just the way I feel about what is going on in our country at this moment. The facts can be seen on the television screen. Feelings can only be relayed through our words. We were so many miles away from New York and my heart and the hearts of all those in my family went out to them. There is no way that we could imagine what they were going through. Yet, never did we know that this horrible event would find its way into directly affecting the lives of our children. I sit here tonight after spending two days in front of the television set. I still can hardly believe my eyes at what I am seeing. The terror in New York and Washington D.C. is something so difficult to comprehend. I am so far away from the danger and the confusion, yet the overflow of it seems to land right in my back door. I am sure that I am not the only one who feels that way. This has changed all of our lives in a mighty way. It has changed our world, our life, and our very way of being forever. As parents, we spend a life time teaching our children the difference between right and wrong. We tell them to look for the good in everything and everyone. How do I find good in this? As my children sit in a classroom--thousands of miles away from the initial attack--their worlds are too changed forever. My children, ages three, five, seven, and eight--attend school on a military base. Seeing solders training is a way of life for them. But, to listen to them as they cry over the events of the day, and the things that they saw--will forever break my heart. Call One: The base and the schools are on full military alert. It is not known when your children will be able to return home. I sit in horror as I watch the events in New York take place before my very eyes through the power of technology. Technology that was unable to foresee or prevent what was about to unfold. Many children were being returned to their parents so a time of healing and bonding and reassurance could begin to take place. I, however, did not have that luxury because my children were in a lock down. Yet, I had to fall to my knees and praise GOD. For I knew where my family was and that they were safe. There were many in our country who did not. Call Two: Mommy, we are so scared. The soldiers are not just practicing. They are running around and they have machine guns. Mommy--This time they are loaded and they are pointing them at other moms and dads who only want to come and get their children. I sit here in horror as I watch the events of the day unfold. I fall to my knees and I pray for my children who are afraid of what they are seeing. Yet, I praise GOD! For I knew that what they were seeing was nothing compared to what the children in New York were seeing. Another Call: Mommy, they are going to let us come home. None of us will be on the same bus. We have to get the first one that they put us on, but we will be home. Please be looking for us. We need you to hug us and let us know that everything will be okay. We need to know that everything will be the way it was. I sit here in tears as I watch the events of yet another day unfold. I anxiously await the arrival of my children. I fall to my knees and I pray to GOD! How do I tell my children that nothing will ever be the same? There was know way that I would ever understand the full affect of what these children so far away had experienced until the following days would unfold. Finally, after several days off of school, the children would be allowed to return. The reality of how much thing had changed and how things would not be the same became evident on that day. My children returned to school under full military guard. They would be searched at several check points along the way to entering and leaving school. There would be armed solders guarding the school parameters and solders patrolling the halls. All roadways leading to and from the schools would be blocked. Recess would now be under military presence with barricades and wire fences abound. What once was something that they looked forward to would now literally make my children sick. My three year old has yet to return to school. He has nightmares and cannot be more than ten feet from my side. This includes while at church which has always been a great source of comfort to him. My asthmatic son is constantly having stress attacks which leave him not being able to breath. And my once happy go lucky--nothing bothers me six year old--goes to bed crying every night for the people who died. He cannot stop asking God why. I could have never imagined how true the words would ring in my ears and in their little lives. NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME! Now, the days are passing and life must go on. I must let my children know that things are not going to be like they were before. I must calm their fears without lying to them. There are constant hugs and times of holding to assure them that mommy and daddy love them and are hear for them. Then there is the reality of answering the question of what if God decides to take you to. They need to know that they will be taken care of and by whom. There needs to be assurance that they will always be taken care of, loved, and provided for. This is something we always knew, but not something that needed to be discussed so openly with the children--UNTIL NOW!  |
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