(Brenner's favorite picture, 2005)
"Tell me about when I was born!" Brenner insists when I tuck him in at night.
"Okay, babe." I say, then tell all about how the nurses took him for a bath then came back without him so I could sleep, how I told those nurses that I didn't want sleep -- I want my baby!"
According to the U.S. Department of Labor, "Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country."
Remembering each of those days through baby pictures seems an appropriate celebration.
We spent time together yesterday, just being. We put the bikes in the back of the minivan and unloaded them at Sherwood Island State Park. A ride along the beach, with Westley on the "tagalong" behind my own bike, was delightful. We pulled off and walked down to the jetties so the kids could look for crabs under the rocks. Hundreds of fiddlers and hermits, wet and racing, entertained them just the way kids should be entertained.
No day of reflection would be complete without a little time in the garden, too. I had intended to write today about what I did there, but, really, how interesting would another list about what I'd dug up and re-planted be?
(Maddie is my step-daughter, so my labor of love began in 2003 when she was 4 years old.)
At this point, anything I plant probably won't have enough time to produce anything edible, but I plant it anyway, just to watch it grow. Just as I had my children, just to watch them grow.
(Brenner, Gabi, Maddie & Westley, September 1, 2011)
I am thankful for the fulfilling work of raising children.
I wish that those who are without employment find enriching, well-paying work.