…but the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three on them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4, and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in a hurry to get on to the next things: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.
–Anna Quindlen, journalist
Today is my last day at work, and I’m sitting in a Board of Regents meeting right now. Actually, I’m sitting outside the meeting. The regents went into their first of two executive sessions today. Later, they’ll break for lunch and then reconvene this afternoon for the full board meeting, as opposed to the committees right now.
I’m mostly excited.
Last night I did have a twinge of sadness as the mayor presented me with a certificate at the end of city council and told me (and everyone there and watching on TV … yeah, I don’t know how many really watch on TV, but they can!) that I was the best reporter he’s worked with. The compliment stirred my insides a little.
But I still don’t have hesitation.
I’m looking forward to living in the moment with my daughter.