Whoever invented Labor Day? I believe it was the big union leaders rising up against the big bosses (or arriving at a compromise) in the Industrial Age. Now in the Technological Age — is there such a thing as a “real” holiday? I’ll wait for my husband to correct my history on this one
The holiday aspect for me comes with sleeping in (until 6:30 instead of 5:30), being able to find a cozy spot on the couch to snuggle and read with my youngest, cheer on the kids as they battle the world of Lego Star Wars on Wii, and just sit. The overcast skies and intermittent rain has provided some relief of the persistent sun and relentless heat. Silly that even though temperatures rise here, the cloudy skies trick us into a sense of relief.
I look around the house and think of all the thousands of projects and chores that need my attention. I dream of a personal assistant and maybe even an “Alice” from the Brady Bunch to rescue us. There is so much to do. When do we decide we deserve a personal Labor Day as well as the professional holiday one?
My oldest stayed up late last night watching movies but tucked me in and told me how much they loved me and rubbed my back while hugging me tight. Those are the moments you want to just freeze in time. Those are the times when all the “labor” pays off. The thoughts of clutter and bills and deadlines melt away and I am reminded why I care so much about these little people in my life (who are not all that little any more).
So 1 day down, 2 to go for the breathing deeply, the not-so -rushed days to just be together. Maybe we will paint fingernails. Maybe we will play Barbies or more Lego Star Wars. Maybe we will just all snuggle and watch another movie. Even from the comfort of my own couch, with the chaos of children and family all around me, I am more than willing to work a few hours on projects I’m excited about at work. To that end I suppose I thumb my nose at the traditional labor leaders of days long past.
Most importantly I am reminded I need to structure my calendar to include these breaks, this breathing room, far more frequently than I allow myself. Deep breaths remind me that laughter and silliness are more important than clutter control and last much longer in memories. Life passes so quickly. Are you remembering to breathe?
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