Last year we attended our local Tunnel to Towers Run honoring firefighter Stephen Siller who died on 9/11 after running 5K with 60lbs of fire gear on his back. My husband is a firefighter with SAFD, and I took the kids to watch while he ran the race.
It was the kids' first exposure to the story of 9/11, and although the younger ones didn't really get what we were doing, I know at least our oldest was asking questions while we were there. We talked about what happened and were able to see a relic of Ground Zero.
Although it was a somber occasion in ways, it was uplifting to see the community, and the fire department, to come together. Being a fireman's wife definitely has it's challenges at times, (there's the odd schedule and the time Chris almost got hit by a car on response to a highway accident), but it's also a blessing to witness first-hand how dedicated our local department is to taking care of our city.
I can't imagine the tragedies that may happen during our children's own lifetimes, but I do know that we are in good hands with the men and women who serve our communities every day. Thank you for all the big and little sacrifices, and I especially thank my husband, our own personal hero.
Who are the heroes in your life? And how do you talk to your kids about world-changing events like 9/11?