09/07/2026
Labor Day is supposed to be a day off.
Unless, of course, you’re a Dad. 😂
I’m well past the diaper stage. Nobody needs me to cut up their food, tie their shoes, or carry them through the grocery store anymore.
And somehow…I’m still tired!
These days, fatherhood looks very different. Two of my kids are out serving missions, we’re preparing to send another one out, and I’m learning that raising kids doesn’t necessarily get easier as they get older.
The work just changes.
You go from keeping them alive to preparing them for life. From holding their hand to figuring out when to let go. From solving their problems to hoping you’ve taught them enough to solve some of their own.
You’re still the provider, teacher, protector, counselor, chauffeur, bad-joke specialist, and occasionally the guy everyone blames when the WiFi stops working.
But then comes the good stuff.
The phone calls. The laughter. The inside jokes. The moments when they ask for your advice. The quiet realization that these incredible humans you’ve spent your life raising are becoming exactly that: incredible humans.
Fatherhood may be the hardest job I’ll never clock out of.
And on this Labor Day, I’m incredibly grateful for that.
To all the tired Dads out there: keep showing up. Keep teaching. Keep laughing. Keep embarrassing them. Keep loving them.
The job changes. The Promise doesn’t.