September 11 Birthday
On Sept. 11, my baby turned two years old. In his two years of life, I’ve gotten used to hearing a slight gasp from many people when I say his birth date. Even before he was born, I got some interesting comments when I’d tell people I had a C-section scheduled for 9/11.
The morning I entered the hospital for the labor and delivery floor, a man in the elevator said, “Well, at least the day will be good for you. It’s just a day of pain and suffering for so many people.”
A few years back when I worked for a newspaper, I was assigned a story about 9/11 and how that date impacted people’s activities. I discovered that many pregnant women were trying to avoid having a baby on Sept. 11 because of the negative emotions associated with that date. Many asked for scheduled C-sections on Sept. 10 or 12 instead.
The terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, 2001, were horrific, and it’s makes me sad to think of the loss of so many lives on that day. I don’t have any personal ties to anyone who died in terrorist attacks, but I know they were mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, husbands, wives and friends. Their loss is immeasurable to those who knew and loved them.
One of the lessons I took away from Sept. 11, 2001,is that you can’t take life for granted. No one knows if he or she is promised another tomorrow.I feel honored to have a son born on Sept. 11 because it’s a day that reminds us of how precious life is. I think we often get caught up in the cakes and presents, especially with children’s birthday parties, that we forget that a birthday is really a celebration of life—another year of life. When it comes right down to it, what better gift is there than the gift of life?
In the midst of the birthday party chaos and noise last Saturday, I took a moment to thank God for blessing me with this beautiful little boy.