This morning, Tyrone said, "One month and two days."
I smiled.
On September 11, we will sweetly look forward to our wedding, just one month away. We will also remember the day of the attacks, when all our lives stood still.
I remember what I was doing when I heard. I was teaching Mrs. O'Roake's Kindergarten. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the temperature was perfect, the kids were finally into the swing of school, and we had just had lots of fun in our class.
This September 11 looks to be very similar. The weather is great, the trees are just
beginning to change, the kids are getting into the swing of school, we'll have fun. I'll have recess duty, so a search for pretty rocks will definitely be on my docket. The kids know about the term "September 11," but they are so consumed with each moment, and have such short attention spans, that they don't dwell. They also know about my wedding, but a moth is a very long time when you are 4. October is a long way away. They neither look forward to the future, nor dread the memory of the past. It's quite therapeutic to be near them while planning a wedding.This month is bittersweet.
- We'll be deciding who we'll support for president while examining new approaches to the concepts of feminism, race, age, and experience.
- You'll choose something to wear to the wedding, decide how you'll make the trip to Worcester, and generally finalize plans.
- Your children and students will begin their school year, and your relief in or dread of this year's teachers will become clear.
- Great bunches of you will celebrate birthdays this month. Happy Birthday!
- We will remember September 11. Some of us will remember people we knew w
ho had an office in the tower. Some of us will sing around the school's flagpole. Some of us will simply pray alone. - We will taste the first apples of this year's bumper crop.
- We will enjoy the last of this year's peaches. Yummmmm.
- We will hunt for pretty rocks.
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