9/11. Who’d have thought the mere coupling of two numbers could plunge me into a nightmarish memory: struggling through shrieking crowds, fighter planes overhead, an evil, gray cloud chasing and threatening to envelope my 5-week old in his stroller as a tower collapsed behind us? This weekend brings many of us to a standstill, frozen in memory. But, as children teach us every single day, life goes on. Let these few days be both a celebration of life, and a tribute to the loss experienced by families throughout America. Celebrate with butterflies, sheep-shearing, vintage cars, pancakes and patriots. Remember through song, speeches and services. It’s the best tribute we as parents can offer.