Nineteen years ago, I ventured out on Labour Day to buy an inflatable kiddie pool. I am grateful I inherited a smidgen of my mother’s planning genes – because it would have been impossible to buy a pool in the dead of winter.
I think of this little anniversary every year. It makes me smile that I bought a labour pool on Labour Day.
My first son was born in the water – it was the only way I could manage the pain. So, naturally, I assumed the pool would be necessary for my second. This may have been the first – but it was not the last time – my sons have let me know they are approaching life in their own unique ways.
I am blessed with two very different, exceptional humans I get to call sons. Yes, they drive me crazy. Yes, there have been many challenges along the way. Yes, it has been labour. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This year, as always, I think of this memory and smile. Mostly, I am ecstatic I am not out there again, having to buy another pool.