We Choose the Moon


Today it is. Nature has done the heavy lifting these last nine+ months and now Science is going to lend a hand at the end.

It is quite a thing to spend a day, as we did yesterday, knowing that it’s the last day we will ever be something else entirely. To know the exact day when life will change irrevocably and to know that that day is “tomorrow.”

Are we nervous? Of course. Excited? Beyond measure. As wholly, naively unprepared as every other man and woman who takes this on? Naturally.

Looking back on the previous nine months and pondering what’s ahead, I can’t explain why anyone does this. So I’ll let someone else come as close as I’ve ever heard to doing it:

” We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.”

Hopefully these past nine months have not left you with significant eyeroll strain. But if I’ve fallen prey to the prattling and complaining that seem to nip too often on the swollen heels of pregnancy blogs, bonus points to the person who wires me a telegram, as Dorothy Parker did to the wife of Robert Sherwood upon the birth of her much-discussed baby (a little too much for Mrs. Parker’s taste), stating:

“Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.”


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