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In Honor of Labor Day, a Thank You to Parents
Labor Day falls within a week of my daughter’s birthday, sometimes on the day itself. This year, on September first, my daughter turned 16, and just like that, I have become the mother of a sixteen-year-old teenager.
But as much as it feels like this milestone has snuck up on me, I guess it wasn’t “just like that” after all. Sixteen years of motherhood have come between that day I first held my baby in my arms and today … when I find myself the mother of two teens (16 and 14) and the youngest, 11, who it seems is catching up fast with his siblings.
Sixteen years, or 192 months, or roughly 5,840 days as a mother … meaning, days of labor. Because let’s face it, parenting is work. It’s hard work. It’s time-consuming work. At the same time, it is fulfilling work.
It is labor that parents generally would not trade for anything else.
Yet on this day, Labor Day, when we honor the labor of the working force of past and present, let’s also honor the unseen and unpaid labor of mothers and fathers. The years and months, the seasons and days, of so many activities that go into raising a child.
Waking up to a crying baby and walking, shushing, singing her back to sleep, night after night.
Holding two little hands that grasp tightly to yours while those first steps are taken.
The honor, the labor, of raising a child.
Kissing foreheads goodbye when you have to go to work, even though you would rather stay home with your little one.
Or making a life out of making a home, out of laundry and dishes and cooking and homework, of listening to your child’s stories when they return from school.
The honor, the labor, of raising a child.
Chasing down the “I’m not tired” and “I don’t want to go to sleep” for brushing teeth and taking baths and turning down the covers and climbing into bed.
Singing the lullabies or telling the stories (or, if you’re like me, cheating by reading stories because you just can’t think them up off the top of your head) tucking them in and kissing them goodnight one last time.
Day after day after day.
And this year, due to COVID-19, many parents are facing up close more than ever before the labor of day-to-day motherhood and fatherhood. I saw a meme that perfectly encapsulates parenting during this time (photo by Laurika Claasen, posted to the Facebook group “Parents in Quarantine”).
In addition to personally dealing with the physical and financial and mental/emotional challenges during the coronavirus pandemic, parents have the double task of helping their kids and teens deal with the same.
Hopefully, for the most part, we’ve tried to do so positively and with some imagination. However, we’ve likely all had days (and perhaps weeks) when the thing we most look forward to when we wake up in the morning is crawling into bed at night or for a quick nap midday.
Today is Labor Day
… a day to honor laborers of all kinds … the cashiers and mail carriers, the stockers, the baristas, the janitors, the firefighters and teachers and construction workers.
And the parents, whose unseen and unsung labor is day by day raising the workers and the world-changers of tomorrow.
I came across this quote about parenting by one of my favorite authors, Frederick Buechner. I love the quote because it rings true about not just the joy of parenting but the shadows of it as well … the shadows of one’s own childhood that all to often turn into the shadows we carry into our own parenting.
And yet, regardless of the mistakes and the shadows, this place where we stand—as mothers, as fathers—is a place where we might want to take off our shoes from time to time … to understand that these children and teens—their hearts and souls—are holy ground.
And sometimes, what we might need to do is understand the same of our own heart and soul—to honor the role and the burden, to tread lightly, and not to feel guilty if we need a nap every once in a while (or every day, as the case may be).
“HONOR YOUR FATHER and your mother,” says the Fifth Commandment (Exodus 20:12). Honor them for having taken care of you before you were old enough to take care of yourself. Honor them for the sacrifices they made on your behalf, including the ones you would have kept them from making if you’d had the chance. Honor them for having loved you.
But how do you honor them when, well-intentioned as they may have been, they made terrible mistakes with you that have shadowed your life ever since? How do you honor them when, far from loving you or taking care of you, they literally or otherwise abandoned you?
The answer seems to be that you are to honor them even so. Honor them for the pain that made them what they were and kept them from being what they might otherwise have become. Honor them because there were times when, even at their worst, they were doing the best they knew how to do.
Honor them for the roles they were appointed to play—father and mother—because even when they played them abominably or didn’t play them at all, the roles themselves are holy. Honor them because, however unthinkingly or irresponsibly, they gave you your life.
-Originally published in Wishful Thinking: A Theological Lexicon and later in Beyond Words: Daily Readings in the ABC’s of Faith.
Parents, may you find rest and joy this Labor Day.
[Image by © LWA-Dann Tardif/zefa/Corbis]