September 11 is always going to be a day I wish could be erased from the calendar. Not only do the memories of this day live on in my mind every year, they are now being passed on to the next generation.
Thankfully my daughter was not alive to witness the attacks of September 11, 2001. I feel for the children that were alive at that time and had to endure any television coverage they saw as well as the constant chatter of adults around them.
This year as part of my daughter’s fourth grade reading curriculum, they are reading a book called “Eleven” about a boy who turns eleven on September 11, 2001. They will also be reading a book in the “I Survived” series called “I Survived The Attacks of September 11, 2001”.
Although I know the event is part of our history, it is unfortunate that our children must read about and learn what happened that day and the tragedies that occurred.
I’m not sure how my daughter is going to react to the stories, especially since she has high anxiety. I feel that maybe this is a topic that should have been left alone until these kids are in middle school and could understand it a little better. Then again, I’m in my forties and I still don’t understand it.
She has told me a little about “Eleven”, but I guess they haven’t gotten too far into that book yet, so what she has told me isn’t very much. However, she has asked a lot of questions. Questions I cannot answer. Questions probably even her teacher cannot answer.
What I do hope my daughter gets out of reading those stories is the importance of offering a simple act of kindness. Sometimes even a simple smile can go a long way in someone’s life.