My heart broke a little tonight.
It isn't that I don't think about it, because I do. But I honestly NEVER thought about how or when I would need to explain it to my kids.
I am talking about this...
Tomorrow we are attending the 9/11 Memorial Service at J's school. I had started to tell him that we were going to be there and why and he interrupted me to tell me about the book the teacher read to them. It was about a fire boat that helped when the planes hit the Twin Towers. Then the questions started. The first questions were from me, asking about the book. They were followed by questions about how it happened and why. He was so curious. And I wanted to give him honest answers without scaring the crap out of him. So I carefully weighed every word and explained as much as I felt a 5 year old could handle. And I cried. I cried for all the lives lost. I cried for all the families of the victims. And I cried for my son, who lost a little bit of innocence tonight.