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Labor Day often celebrates the workforce, you know, the builders, the teachers, the firemen. This special day is often seen as a long weekend, a cookout, or the unofficial end of summer. But at its core, it’s a celebration of work… of the hands and hearts that build, serve, teach, and care. And for moms, that work rarely fits into tidy job descriptions.

Another Kind of Invisible Labor

There’s another labor that rarely gets a lunch break. It also doesn’t receive a paycheck.

This is the unseen, unending work of motherhood.

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The Work No One Sees

As moms, we don’t clock in, but we’re always on. And while the world may not always see it, heaven surely does.

• Packing lunches at 6 a.m.
• Folding laundry at midnight
• Managing meltdowns, appointments, and snack negotiations like a pro

Early to Rise

For many of us, our day starts before the sun rises, packing lunches in the quiet hum of the kitchen, already thinking three steps ahead.

By the time the world is waking up, you’ve probably already solved a dozen problems. You’ve wiped a few tears, maybe your own. You’ve also negotiated peace treaties over breakfast cereal.

Midnight Chores

You fold laundry at midnight, not because you love it, but because someone needs clean socks tomorrow. You juggle appointments, school forms, and snack preferences with the precision of a CEO.

However, your boardroom is the car. Your briefcase is a diaper bag.

This is the labor no one clocks, the work that rarely gets applause. But it’s the kind that holds families together. It’s quiet, constant, and deeply sacred.

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Why It Matters

Your labor matters whether you’re clocking in at a job. It is important while running a household or doing both with a baby on your hip. It’s not just about what you do, it’s about how you do it: with love, with grit, and with a grace that often goes unnoticed.

And sometimes?

You’re packing for a family vacation with your two kids… while babysitting 5 more. I remember racing the clock that day. I was stuffing swimsuits and sunscreen into bags with one hand.

Grace In Motion

Meanwhile, I poured Goldfish into snack cups with the other. I was still wiping noses and tying shoes right up to the hour we drove out of the driveway for the beach. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was grace in motion.

This is the labor no one clocks, the work that rarely gets applause. But it’s the kind that holds families together. It’s quiet, constant, and deeply sacred.

And while the world may not always see this labor, God does.

He sees the hands that serve in secret, the heart that gives without asking for anything in return.

Scripture reminds us in Galatians 6:9, “Let us not grow weary in doing good.” At the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

This work shapes souls. It builds homes. It’s holy ground disguised as sticky floors and bedtime stories.

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🌿 A Call to Rest

This Labor Day, give yourself permission to pause and breathe. 🌿

In a world that rarely slows down… especially for moms, rest is not a luxury, it’s a lifeline. When I am exhausted, I cannot seem to be truly happy. I get snappy, irritated, and more negative. And I don’t think I am alone in this.

So… Be Still and Simply “Be”

For me, I must Rest. Daily!

Let’s let this holiday be a gentle reminder that one’s worth isn’t measured by productivity. Know that you are allowed to exhale, to be still, and to simply be.

And let your rest be a quiet act of resistance.

Our present culture GLORIFIES hustle and constant doing, and so, choosing to slow down is bold.

It says, “I am more than my to-do list.” Rest isn’t weakness, it’s wisdom.

Rest is NOT Something We Earn

This Labor Day, remember this:

Rest isn’t something we earn… it’s something we are made for. 🕊️

It’s not a prize at the end of productivity, but a rhythm woven into our design. Breathe deep. We don’t have to hustle to deserve peace.

Mama, you are allowed to rest. Not because you’ve earned it, but because you’re worthy of it.

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💬 A Last Word From Dawne:

This Labor Day, may you feel seen.

May you feel celebrated.

And may you find a moment to rest in the truth that your labor, though unseen… is never unnoticed.

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