I have just completed my first week back as a working parent since having my youngest daughter. This is my second return to the world of work. I was back in the office for a year between my two maternity’s. I wrote a post just before going back about my reasons for returning to work.
As we enter a new year there seems to me that there has been a growing debate about working parents and children attending day nursery. This is on the back of the Royal Princess starting her nursery journey and a case of a child being lost whilst attending a nursery in the UK (article here).
In my opinion is seems strange that there is still a debate to be had. Each family will have their own priorities, pressures, opportunities and considerations for work and the family. There is never one option that fits all. Some families it makes more financial and emotional sense for a parent to stay at home. For others it makes so much more sense for one/two parents to work either full or part-time.
We should all be able to respect that all parents make the right choice for their family. In light of this I have written two poems one for the stay at home parent and one for a working parent.
Stay at Home Parent
Trips to the park,
Looking after the kids,
From light till dark.
Home with the children,
There are so many games to play,
Painting, sticking, reading.
Having fun throughout the day.
But the work is all-consuming,
You never gets a break.
So keep up your energy levels,
You have to stay awake.
Peace for maybe an hour,
When the baby has a sleep,
But that hour goes by quickly,
And the toys are still in a heap.
Unpaid and overworked,
You have the hardest job of all,
But also lucky and so privileged,
To look children whilst they’re small.
Mornings are a rush,
As everyone needs to get ready,
It’s nine o’clock in the morning,
And your exhausted already.
Work is exciting but stressful,
It’s full of highs and lows.
Sometimes you will love it,
Everyday you have to see how to goes.
Using your skills,
Challenging your mind.
Can help build your confidence,
And give you some balance you find.
You of course miss the kids,
But maybe not the mess.
The whingeing and the whining,
Work is a chance to compress.
If a home is filled with love,
And happiness is apparent.
Be proud of yourself,
For being a working parent.
Thanks for reading my post. If you enjoyed these please see some of my other poems here: