Ten years ago today I was at work.
Wearing green overalls.
Wearing my hair up in a ponytail because the child I was working with enjoyed pulling my hair.
Wearing a white tshirt.
I was pregnant.
I didn't hear the news until my lunch break because the family of the child who pulled my hair did not watch TV.
I was providing therapy to their gorgeous little boy who has autism
Teaching him how to play Mr. Potato Head
Print his letters
Ask for help using sign language
Use the potty
I was pregnant
And unaware that the world was in danger
Until I ate my lunch in my 1988 Mazda 323 in the parking lot of a Wendy's.
I ate a baked potato
I turned on the radio
I found out that the world was in danger
I was pregnant
and terrified.
What kind of world was I bringing my child into?
How would I keep him safe?
How would I hide my fears so he could grow up enjoying life without any fear?
10 years later, I think the world is a safer place.
And I think my almost 10 year old child is enjoying life without any fear.
Yet.
Where were you on that day?
Do you remember every little detail like I do?
