The tragic events of September 11, 2001 left most of us with sad memories and distaste for this day. Every year we are reminded of the many innocent lives that were lost and the visual representation of ugliness that is called hate.
I was still living in New York on that day when the famous World Trade Center towers met its end and chaos erupted throughout the city. I was a part of that history. I remember clearly the impact that it had on the world.
Naturally, the last thing I wanted was to have my child born on such an ugly day.
But history is not a forecast to the future nor should it be a predetermined factor as to how we choose to live our lives. Everyday God offers us little intricate blessings of hope. Most of them go unnoticed, but they’re there. I have to keep this in mind when the guilty feeling attempts to creep up on me for wanting to celebrate and rejoice this day. My blessing came with a huge bang one year ago today. As much as I resisted and hoped that my little boy would not come on this date, my stubborn boy still came. He couldn’t wait another day to meet his momma. Mason Alexander entered this world on September 11, 2012, while the rest of the world mourned and remembered those who lost their lives back in 2001. I saw his face and instantly my world was changed for the better. September 11th now has rays of sunshine seeping through its dark clouds.
What an amazing way of converting such a sad day into a beautiful hope for the future.
Happy birthday, my sweet innocent child. You are my biggest blessing from God.
Single Mommingly Yours, M.