If hope really is the antidote to fear then today is a perfect day to turn nine months old.
It took my body nine months to form you. Today is a commemorative day, not just for the stories that are looping on CNN, but because today you are as much a product of society as of my womb. You're a woman of the world now, my baby. It's an imperfect world and your job is to turn it a little more perfect.
In the wake of that 9/11, we heard so many murmurs, so much rhetorical questioning: how could anyone bring children into such a world?
How could we not?