Labour Day weekend always feels like a paradox: one part carefree summer finale, one part sober reminder of what it took for Canadians to win the dignity of rest in the first place. The barbecues, the fairs, the long-weekend road trips—all of it sits atop a hard-fought history of ordinary workers standing shoulder-to-shoulder.
The first Labour Day marches in the 1870s weren’t festive. They were acts of courage. Workers demanded shorter hours and safer conditions at a time when asking for such things could mean a pink slip, or worse, a jail cell. Yet through persistence and solidarity, they won the right to organize—and eventually, an annual holiday that celebrates the dignity of work.
That story still matters, because today’s challenges echo those same struggles.
The New Erosion of Security
For all the advances we’ve inherited, it is clear we are again in an era when collective action is needed. Wages have failed to keep pace with the cost of housing and groceries. Inflation eats away at families’ budgets. Precarious gig work, dressed up as “flexibility,” leaves too many without benefits, pensions, or any safety net at all.
And while many Canadians enjoy rights hard-won by past generations—weekends off, workplace safety standards, overtime pay—those gains are not guaranteed. They are not untouchable. As unions shrink, as governments and corporations experiment with contracting-out, as care work remains undervalued, the balance tilts steadily back toward insecurity.
Work Beyond the Paycheque
But Labour Day has always been more than a wage story. It is about valuing work itself—whether that work is teaching a classroom, harvesting a field, repairing a steel mill, writing code, or caring for a grandchild.
Some of the most vital labour in this country happens off the payroll ledger: caregiving, volunteering, the invisible scaffolding that allows others to work for pay. In that sense, Labour Day is also about us recognizing and celebrating the unpaid and underpaid work that makes our communities livable.
A Canadian Thread
Canada’s fabric has always been woven from the quiet determination of working people. Nurses who carried us through the pandemic. Farmers rising before dawn to bring food to markets. Grocery clerks keeping shelves stocked in crisis. Builders, teachers, truck drivers, tech workers, caregivers—all threads in the same cloth.
This is where Labour Day deserves its celebratory spirit. Not because everything is perfect, but because everything we cherish in this country—schools, health care, food on the table—depends on people showing up to do their work with skill and pride.
Why Dignity Alone Is Not Enough
Celebrating the dignity of work is essential—but it is not enough. If we stop at appreciation, we risk turning Labour Day into a thank-you card instead of a call to action.
The truth is that we are losing ground. Airline and postal workers have faced prolonged acrimonious contract negotiations and strike action simply to defend rights they already had. Gig workers are told they are “independent contractors,” stripped of protections and benefits that earlier generations fought to secure. Salaried employees are expected to work ever longer hours, while unpaid labour—caregiving, volunteering, the invisible scaffolding of family life—remains overlooked.
Each of these examples is a reminder that workers’ rights are never permanent victories. They are living commitments that must be defended, renewed, and expanded. If we do not stand up and speak out for one another, nothing will change—and worse, we invite further erosion.
Labour Day is not just about rest. It is about solidarity. It asks us not only to celebrate the value of work but also to commit to one another, to say: your struggle is mine too.
Looking Ahead Together
The lesson of Labour Day is not that past battles are over. It is that each generation must decide again what kind of work, and what kind of country, is worth protecting. We stand in such a moment now, facing the erosion of worker security and the undervaluing of care. The answer won’t come from individuals navigating alone. It never has. It comes from standing together.
So this weekend, let’s enjoy the fairs and picnics, the grilled corn and late-summer sunsets. But let’s also raise a glass to the people who built this holiday—and to the work, both seen and unseen, that still sustains Canada today.
Because Labour Day isn’t just about history. It’s about us. Still.
This Labour Day, let’s do more than rest. Let’s look around the table, the shop floor, the office, the field—and remember that none of us stands alone. Speak up for your co-workers, your neighbours, your family, because when we stand up for one another, we keep the promise of Labour Day alive.
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Beautiful essay. I am now the full-time caregiver of a spouse with dementia. I do this with great love, and gratitude for 60 years of a rich and fulfilling marriage. Still rich, still fulfilling, but sometimes taxing, and often dependent on the memories of earlier and more laughter-filled times. Your essay— by including the work of caregivers — restored something to me that goes missing whenever I cannot take part in the protests and quite passionate campaigns we once participated in together. Not whining. Just wondering sometimes — as a dear friend recently asked — who am I now? Certainly I am no longer the woman arrested over the KXL pipeline. Certainly I am not the woman who (backed by the group then called ForestEthics) sued the government of Canada over the right to comment on the Line9B reversal and expansion. As I say, I’m not whining. I am magnificently supported by a remarkable family, a dear congregation, and a superb local Alzheimer’s society. All good. And that small phrase in your essay reminds me of the dignity of my labour, and the worth of who I am now. Thanks, Leni.