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Strong Mothers, Strong Children

 



Strong mothers. 

We all know them.
We look to them during difficult times. 
We watch how they respond to challenges.
We listen to their wisdom. 
We learn from their experience. 
We trust their guidance.

18 years ago today our nation’s mother, Lady Liberty, was put to the ultimate test before our very eyes. 

Her twins were attacked. 

These emblems of greatness were stolen from her after years of guarding them from her watchful safe harbor. 

The unthinkable became reality. 

We were helpless children.

We looked to her. We watched. We listened. We learned. We trusted. 

We became. 

We became better as a nation, as neighbors, and as New Yorkers. 

Today I sent my own New Yorker twins to school with their neighbors in our nation’s colors. 

I told them that today we remember an attack on our country by honoring the heroes: the brave, valiant men and women who gave all for some. 

Now I find myself wondering at how these children will embody our nation’s spirit as they grow. How they will lead a new legacy in our country and our world. 

We will look to them. 
We will watch them. 
We will listen to their wisdom. 
We will learn from their experience. 
We will trust their guidance. 

And I have so much hope for what they will become. 






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