I wore my poppy, and the adults all expressed concern that I was going to stab my babies with my pin. I asked the primary children if they knew what I was wearing. A flower of no significance. So I took a few minutes to talk to them about the day, the time (it was just after 11 am,) and our freedom. I even tied it in to the theme of the month and our article of faith (the 11th.) None of the children looked to have ever been told the meaning of Veteran’s Day, and I did my best not to cry.
Afterwards, Judy R. told me she appreciated that I had taken the time to talk about it because no one ever does anymore. “And that poppy reminds me of the ones the Legion used to sell.” Used to sell?
Whatever you call today, Armistice/Rememberance/Veteran’s Day, it’s worth understanding. I’ve really struggled with the lack of collective awareness for the holiday since I moved to the States, but this year it makes me especially miss my Grandad.