Today, I'm sending my oldest child (17-yr-old son) to Washington D.C. - - - the day after the U.S. killed Osama Bin Laden.
This morning's news shows large celebratory crowds outside of the White House.
My son has tickets to tour the White House tomorrow.
Nearly ten years ago, on 9/11/01, I was so freaked and tramatized by the towers falling and the Pentagon burning and airplanes crashing, that I went straight to my children's elementary school and pulled them out of class. I thought the world was coming to an end (or at least the U.S. was being invaded), and I wanted my young children within my grasp. Only a handful of parents reacted the way I did. Oh well.
Now, instead of keeping my son within my grasp, I will be driving him to the airport so that he can travel to the heart of our nation. It makes my stomach knot just a bit.