Some Thoughts

Today, while I was close to tears over the fact that my baby was refusing to nurse, I began to do my daily internet surfing. My first stop, as always, was CNN.com to see recent news stories. It was there I was first bombarded with images of 9/11. The Twin Towers burning over New York City, on every single page of the site. I could watch video on 9/11 in real time, I could read about those who died, look up names of the deceased. The past few years, I’ve stayed away from writing about that day.

But then I read the stories of the wives who were pregnant that day. The women who had to give birth not even knowing if their husbands, the fathers of their babies, were alive or dead. Or the women who did know, but had to give birth with only a picture next to their hospital bed. And the children, who are just now beginning to realize that they don’t have Daddies and wondering why that is.

And all of a sudden, my stupid nursing problem seemed just that; stupid. I am so lucky to have my family. My daughter is so lucky she does not have to look very far to find her Mommy or Daddy. And no matter what I believe is wrong with this world, I know that is right.