Labor Day Revisited
Labor Day was created to celebrate the ingenuity of the American Worker. Even though Labor Day is diminished in light of other holiday revenue-generators such as Christmas and Valentines, there are some laborers who don’t get much credit and they do a great job year in and year out. They keep adding value to our society by the way they do their job. Each morning, I see several folks working to get the day started.
At our house we rise at 6:00 AM and begin the daily struggle to get everyone to school and work on time. Unfortunately, this year, we have only one driver. ME. Yep, grouchy, bossy me. Because of dad’s recent surgery, he can’t drive. The fourteen year old volunteers regularly but she is not quite street legal. The ten and seven year-olds just assume that they will be dropped off or taken wherever they need to go. The basement renter has a job and can’t possibly be called on so, I am left to deliver to the schools and the office.
Fortunately, the drop off times are staggered and I manage to get all safely delivered and picked up each day. Along our route, we see the same people each morning doing their jobs. We become “waving friends” as our lives intersect for a few moments each day.
At the elementary school, the principal awaits our arrival. He has his coffee and newspaper. As each child arrives, he is there to greet them and say good morning to the parents. No matter the weather, he is there waiting on all of the parents and the busses to drop their children and get back out of the line as quickly as possible.
On the way to the high school, we pass through an elementary crossing zone. At that school, there is a crossing guard who is very official. She wears a vest and a little hat and white gloves. She toots her whistle and waves the traffic back and forth. She takes her job seriously. She is there to keep everyone safe. She does a great job.
At the high school, there are no traffic snarls because there are two traffic/security guys out in the parking lot. After the first day, every driver knows exactly where to go to let off and where to go to pick back up in the afternoon.
I leave the high school and am at hubby’s office in just a few minutes if the traffic lights are working properly. While I don’t see a crossing guard or security officer, I am becoming friends with the lab pick-up person. We vie for the same parking spot each day.
As I deliver my family, I am thankful for the many people that we come into contact with each day. We never know their names or their dreams but they become a part of our lives through their daily presence. We expect them to be at their posts and notice when they are gone. They don’t make the highest salaries and don’t have the most glamorous of jobs but they get up each morning and show up for work. Without them our lives would be more difficult.
I would like to say thank you to a few people who make life easier for many of us: The school janitors, the cafeteria workers, school secretaries, the drive-through bank tellers, the crossing guards, the bus drivers, the lady who cuts fabric at JoAnn’s, the UPS delivery man, all babysitters, and the Post Office lady with the hoop earrings.
Thank you for going to work each day and for doing a fabulous job once you are there!