On my mind right now is a car ride a few days after the events of 9/11/2001.
My daughter Morgan, just 3 years old, was in her toddler seat in the back seat as I drove.
During such car rides before, she and I had shared many conversations about American Flag etiquette. She already understood the significance of a lowered flag even before Old Glory was lowered to half-staff for this most recent, horrific tragedy.
As we drove past a large American Flag, appropriately lowered and hanging limp with the lack of breeze, she commented in her innocence, “The flag looks so sad, mommy.”
Where usually, I would have jumped on that “teachable moment,” not that time. No, on this occasion, it was all I could do to swallow the lump in my throat and reply, “it is, sweetie. It is so sad right now. But the breeze will come back.”