Ten years ago… I was holding my new baby daughter, Moriah, just 4 months old; bright, pink, grateful that she finally was over her colicky behavior that kept us up night and day.  A bright, sunny morning. We had the first appointment of the day for her wellness check-up at the pediatrician.  She and I exchanged smiles as we waited alone together for the doctor.  Feeling her warmth close to me, I held my pure, precious first child. 

Our quiet cooing was interrupted by the nurses’ chatter behind the glass windows.  They seemed to be rushing around with anxiety.  One of the nurses entered the waiting room and turned on the television that was in the top corner of the room.  I glanced up and was shocked by the image of a plane crashing into one of the Twin Towers.  Surreal.  Scary.  I pulled Moriah into my chest and held her tightly.  What kind of a world have I brought her into? 

Ten years later… My ten-year-old is striking and tall, with her wild dark curly hair pulled up high in a side pony tail.  A young rock-star in the making…. READ MORE ON OUR PARENTING LENS BLOG

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