Labor Day
We’ve all
heard love is a labor and usually assume it’s about love. But what love?
Reflecting on “what love” left me pondering on the many levels of labored love.
My initial
inklings brought me to the love you have of another being. Your significant
other, soul mate, heart-pounding shake-inducing crush, that one being that you
know is your all-spark and you would do anything for. Like Celeste Armitage in A
Dead Man's Debt by Grace Elliott, or Chloe in Love
Letters by Geraldine Solon. You would move mountains for this person if you
could, although sometimes it takes a mountain moving for your heart and head to
realize it simultaneously. And then I realized, that almost without notice I
had moved from another being, to children. After all, wouldn’t we move
mountains for our children?
Anyone who has
been around kids for longer than a few minutes knows that children are
definitely a labored love. Sure, we love them, but when is the last time you
took a step back and looked at the labor you put into that love? Obviously
there’s the normal labor in giving birth, but not everybody has given birth to
the child they would move mountains for, like the twins in Nancy
Wood's book Due Date. Think of the dad’s, teachers, adopted parents, and even
the concerned citizens like Molly in Chasing
Amanda, by Melissa Foster that labor over “our” children.
Then there are
the people who don’t have the flesh and blood kids, but pour their love into
activities or objects they love. A clean home (I know we’ve all labored over
this at least once!), a sport we play (I’m a sucker for softball), traveling, reading,
writing, that one part of who we are that we can’t, or won’t give up. We see it
in Promise
on Pointe by Beth Mercer when Elsie has to choose between her lifelong
dream of dancing and something else. And who else could write a traveling book
other than someone who loves to travel, like Jack
Adler and his book Smooth Traveling for
Seniors.
As writers we
all have something that gave us the extra push to write. Often it is our love
for books that inspire us to write our own. We see this in Rebecca Frencl’s
inspiration section on her blog Not
All Who Wander Are Lost, and can relate when reading her book Ribbons
of Moonlight.
So sure, “Love
is a labor” can be about loving another person, but I feel ultimately it is more
about what you love, and the constant labor you go through to satisfy that
desire.
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