Labor Day is tomorrow and I can feel fall coming as the sun sets earlier and the days begin to cool down. The hint of fall is in the air as we treasure the last days of summer. Before I was a caregiver, I delighted in Labor Day as children returned to school, a familiar routine followed, and hints of upcoming holidays promised joy. That all changed a year into caregiving. Not that I wasn’t grateful I could care for my husband and be there for him, but my life had drastically changed. It had become tedious, non-compromising, made up of long days and nights, and my identity, along with myself, seemed to have disappeared. One day followed like the next and Labor Day for me was just another day. No longer was it special or a harbinger of what was to come. I knew what was to come.
Labor Day is a tribute to the accomplishment of Americans works and what they have done for the economy. To that I would like to thank all the caregivers that have provided their unpaid labor taking care of their loved ones. For them Labor Day is everyday.
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