Labor Day holds special meaning for me. On September 1st, 1978 (Labor Day weekend, that year) I spent the day “in labor” delivering my son Nathan. And if Labor Day is a day to celebrate worker’s achievements, I can tell you a lot of work was going on in that little hospital in Juneau, Alaska.
Nate is 33 years old this year, and worth every hour it took to bring him into the world. Our family and friends recognize him as "the guy” everyone wants to be with. His easy-going and gentle demeanor is a gift to all he encounters. However, there’s something about Nate that makes him even more special.
He’s a wonderful father. I know, there are lots of wonderful fathers, but Nate is extraordinary. His sensitivity and appreciation for his two young children makes him wise beyond his years. You won’t hear him say, “I sure hope this phase passes quickly.” Instead, he recognizes and celebrates each minute with his children for the precious time it represents.
It’s hard to explain how profoundly present he is in his children’s lives, without being a push-over. His self-knowledge, purpose and considerate nature give him a quiet strength. He disciplines with a calm, sure and empathetic touch. In addition, his delightfully wry sense of humor brings levity to most situations. And he's so humble, he will likely blush from embarrassment if he reads this.
On this Labor Day, 2011, I will acknowledge the economic and social contributions made on behalf of workers throughout this great country. However, Labor Day represents much more to me. It’s time to celebrate Skyler and Connor’s wonderful father, born 33 years ago. Somehow, it seems like it was yesterday.
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