MommyLoves Memories.
The memory of my 38th birthday on September 3, 2001.
The memory of breaking both my legs on September 5, 2001.
The memory of getting these two casts, that, tower-like held me up whenever I wished to stand.
The memory of waking up to the contractors building a house behind us and their distant radio broadcasting something about airplanes, and the Twin Towers of New York City, and people jumping.
The memory of sitting on the couch, neon stumps propped up on a chair, stupefied by the repeated horrors I watched unfold on television.
The memory of details of a new world unfolding with new definitions of “terror”.
The memory of delivering my second son on September 28, 2001.
The memory of getting my first cast removed, and replaced by a walking boot on October 19, 2001.
The memory of being able to carry my newborn son in my arms for the first time, because my second cast was removed, and replaced by a walking boot on November 21, 2001.
The memory of welcoming a new year with thankfulness for the wonderful gifts I had been given, lessons I had learned and personal growth I had accomplished through the fall (both literally and seasonally) of the previous year, and knowing that we have a choice to either grow anew or shrink with fear when faced with each new experience – whether positive or negative.
Every time I see the above picture of me and my pink and blue twin towers, I smile and make a choice.
What do you choose?
