Nanny 9/11- The little girl that got me through

Originally uploaded by Sully Pixel

What do you remember about 9/11...Where you were...What you did hear first... How you did feel...It was a heavy day for most Americans. Most of us lived secure and serene lives completely unaware of the possibility that are land and our family could be thrust in unimaginable. Up until then I'd never entertained the thought that someone could come into our country and kill so many people at one time. My heart goes out to everyone who experienced a loss and my prayers are with you.

On September 11th, 2001 I was a full time nanny for a sweet little girl who was 2 years old. That is by far my favorite job to date. I was able to spend time with an incredible little girl her grab my heart the first time I laid eyes on her. We had so much freedom to get up and go as I pleased and that morning I decided to a her Borders for story time. I turned on the radio and heard a new report about a plane crashing into one of the twin towers. Confused and upset, I thought instantly that this was more serious than we know yet. I turned off the radio and put in a cassette of Veggie Tales sing along and we sang at the top of our lungs...

...That's what we did sing but I wanted to know everything that was happening. I wanted to know if anyone was hurt. I wanted to see the footage that they had. I wanted to know if should take shelter. If I needed to come up with an emergency plan with her parents.  I wanted to go back to the house and stay glued to the tv so that I could find out the best plan to save our lives if it came down to that, but I knew that I would not do that. I believe that kids are incredibly smart and they very sensitive to the things that we try to hide from them. So I since I could not be trusted to not turn on the TV as soon as we returned home I decided that today would be a fun day. I wanted that little girl to have a great day. She'd had enough hardships in her life. We parked and walked into Borders and quickly walked past all the people that were on their cell phones talking in a worried tone. No worries the story teller was there and in a great mood. She used all kinds of voices and all the kids had a great time.

Story time was too short. I decided that we would stay out as long as possible. I thought of calling her parents because I knew hearing her voice would encourage them beyond my imagination, but the network was busy and I could get any calls through anyway. So it was off to the park. I put her on a swing and we had the best time. I taught her to say,"YEEEHAWWWWW!'", with a proper Texan accent. She ran around and had her choice of playground equipment, we were the only ones there. The park was clean, warm and pleasantly quiet, except for all the noise we made.  I remembered feeling grateful for the sun and the sky and for the peace and safety that I felt. I remember staring up at the clouds and feeling nervous when a plane passed overhead. I thought it was way to low and wondered if my perception was off because of today's events.

Finally we had company. A man and his lap top. He seemed equally eager to enjoy the day as we exchanged words through sincere smiles. My curiosity got the best of me and I asked him for an update; he informed me of the second plane. I took a deep breathe and decided that I would not cry now. It felt good to smile and I was not sure that if I had enough control to only let a a few tears fall. Would I be able to remain upbeat for the little one.

After avoiding home so long I knew it was time to for lunch. So a few songs later we were home and I warmed up some food, put her bib on and turned her away from the TV...  I could not take it anymore. I had to know the state of our country. I needed to connect with all the hurt and fear that was happening.. I needed see it for myself...

... Its was awful; hate does the ugliest things. So many lives, so much losses. Fires, crashes, escaping, collapsing, jumping, crying, smoky, hijacking, death... I was stuffed my face as I stuffed my feeling.

When the little one's moms came home I was staring at the TV with a fork in my mouth. She'd come home early to wrap that little girl up in her arms and tell her how much she loved her. I knew it looked bad that I was eating and watching the horrendous footage in front of her daughter. I wanted to explain but thought that would be selfish. The most important thing I could do was make a quick exit so that a little girl could experience her mother's love and her mother could get the comfort, warmth and peace that I got experience all day because of her spirit and her smile.

listening to "Fire And Rain - James Taylor with lyrics" ♫http://blip.fm/~d7z8x