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

Endless cuddles,
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.

Working Parent

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.

Working parent, juggling home, time with the children and work

Me and Rose when I went back to work after first maternity

Thanks for reading my post. If you enjoyed these please see some of my other poems here:

Toddler obsessions
Tired mum needs a break
Daddy’s home

My two-year old daughter is absolutely obsessed with films. She switches between each one and becomes completely obsessed. I didn’t realise that toddler obsessions was a thing until I had a toddler myself.

Parenting.com writes about how obsessions are a way of them seeking routine and security which is very normal. The hard thing is monitoring how much you allow your child to indulge in their obsessions.

My daughter would watch some films on repeat all day if I let her. So screen time definitely has to be monitored. Before I had any babies I thought I would let them watch less TV than they do. I wrote about it in my post here.

Current film favourites

The one that is her current number favourite, is the film Trolls. She loves it so much she would watch the film every single day. She prefers the Trolls Holiday version but can quite happily sit through the full film.

Before Trolls the obsession was Moana and before that Frozen. This is my poem for my two-year old toddler.

Toddler Obsessions (a poem)

We’ve been out today,
So at home we will stay,
Its time to make a decision,
What do you want to watch on television.

Lets watch a flick,
You can choose one quick.
Moana you cry,
Ok one more time I sigh.

All the songs we know,
How far I’ll go.
Eyes glued to the screen,
Don’t try to interveen.

Sometimes we turn to Frozen,
So with the dvd it goes in.
A world of ice and snow.
We all know Let it go.

You changed the film somehow.
Trolls is a favourite now.
With colour, sparkles and glitter.
It gives Mum a break to check out Twitter.

Toddler obsessions watching films

If you enjoyed this poem see some others I’ve written;

Snowy Days
Tired mum needs a break
Daddy’s Home

Thanks for reading.

We have just experienced snow across the U.K. for the first time in two years. Seeing the snow through my daughters eyes has been magical and it inspired me to write this poem Snowy Days.

We spent our snow day both inside and outside in the garden.

Inside we started making piñata’s for the girls January birthdays and snuggling on the sofa watching Trolls Christmas. If you’re looking for inspiration on other things to watch this Christmas see my post on the best family Christmas films on Netflix, Amazon Prime and Now TV.

In the garden we made a snowman and had a snow ball fight. My toddler was in her element just stomping around in her Wellington boots.

I hope you enjoy my poem, Snowy Days.

Snowy DaysSnowy Days

December approaches,
So it’s the end of the year.
Christmas time is upon us,
And the New Year draws near.

The temperature drops,
The cold winds blow,
Everyone is freezing,
And there’s a chance of some snow.

It’s the season of layers,
Children wrapped up warm,
Waiting in anticipation,
For that elusive snowstorm.

When the snow arrives,
Get the children outside.
But remember sensible shoes,
So they don’t slip or slide.

Build a snowman,
Have a snow fight,
Play in the snow,
From morning to night.

Then come home to heating,
Making sure their fed,
With a hot meal in tummy’s,
Time to snuggle up in a bed.

Winter is full of traditions,
The season of magic.
Time spent with love ones,
And a visit from St. Nick.

Before we know it,
We will be sliding into Spring,
So get out enjoy the season,
And don’t forget your stocking!

If you did like my poem and fancy reading more, here are some others I wrote recently;

Daddy’s home
Christmas crap
End of a breastfeeding journey

 

Mummascribbles

 

My husband has been working late the last couple of nights and it made me think how much I miss the hearing my daughter shout out ‘daddy’s home’.

Daddy’s home

Daddy’s home
Finally I’m not alone
Kids are great
But I miss my mate

Daddy’s gone
But the day goes on
Kids make mess
Carry on nether less

Till daddy’s home
Try not to moan
Or have a row
He’s home now