It’s the thirteenth anniversary of 9/11, and it’s also my son’s birthday. I celebrate both, but make sure my son receives special attention. The media will handle the other event.It will always be remembered, as it should, just like D-Day or Pearl Harbor.
But sometimes little things go unmarked, so I also look for the everyday on this date. Like the fact that my son’s students remembered his birthday and sang. Like the fact that my best friend, the one who’s known me since childhood, also shares today as a birthday.
Like the burst of sunshine that came through in late afternoon and the email from a friend who’s recently moved from the area and a piano lesson that went really well. And a sense of well-being. In spite of the fact that the world is in turmoil, my little corner hangs on. I want to approach every day like this: honor the small and leave the larger items to others.