A New Beginning
Why 9/12 you ask? Several reasons. As every American can remember, the greatest tragedy in our Nation’s history occurred on Tuesday, September 11th, 2001. The day after, 9/12, was a day of mourning, of healing, of rebuilding. It would be a new beginning for New York City, for the United States as a whole, and for myself.
I was working in NYC at the time…just blocks away from the World Trade Center. This event changed my perspective on life. It made me realize there is more to life than just working, making money, and spending it. I needed a new direction and had to find it. For days after 9/11, I would spend my time trying to figure out what I wanted out of life. Did I want a career? Did I want a family? Did I want to continue working in NYC? Those were questions I had no answers for.
Fast-forward one year. September 12th, 2002 marked another new beginning….the birth of my son, Michael. Before I was pregnant with him I had already been married for four years. Since I had tried to get pregnant all that time, with no luck, I had pretty much given up and accepted the fact that I would not have kids. I was wrong…and very surprised. My life had changed, again, but this time for the better. Having a baby was the most amazing experience! So many emotions involved, some good, some bad, but all necessary in the development of a parent. More specifically….A Mother. I was now a mother, and my life would never be the same again.