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My lessons and yours from 9/11: 10 years later

My youngest son was only three months old on September 11, 2001. I remember cradling him before I left for work. That entire day, as I watched in horror and heard about all the deaths, I prayed for all the babies whose mothers did not come home that night. 

That night, I felt guilty for nursing my son. What about that baby whose mom didn't come home to nurse him?

I vowed, as most of us did, to keep my priorities in order, to remember every day, that a few minutes can change our lives forever and that family must always come first. For the most part, I've kept my vow. But it hasn't been easy. I've had to make career sacrifices. I gave up the idea of being an editor because of the late nights. 

Every Sept. 11 since, I've thought about each of those babies who would be the same age as my son and wonder if their surviving parent or family member has made that child a priority. My son is 10. He's watching television with me today, hearing about the tragedy of 9/11 and I'm telling him how much I love him.

With technology keeping us tied to our email and distracting us with work concerns at all hours, I hope on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, we will be reminded how fragile life is and give ourselves permission to unplug as much as possible and make our loved ones a priority.

I just read Penelope Trunk's blog post about 9/11. She was in the World Trade Center and writes this: What I learned from the World Trade Center, ten years later, is that it’s okay to pull back. That 30 seconds when I thought I was dying gave me the strength to cut back on my fast-track life even though nothing else tells me that is a good idea. 

Do you think that our memories are short when it comes to priorities and the pledges we made 10 years ago? Have we come to fear more for our jobs than for the time we spend with our kids? Have we let technology interfere with our priorities? Your thoughts?


(Me and my boy)