Little Bear &work bugbears

Little Bear and work bugbears

Fifteen months ago, Little Bear and I went into shared parental leave together. Seven months and two new back-pains later, I emerged from full-time care of my little troll.

Going back to work was a culture shock. It’s like you’ve been on a fast and slightly dangerous roller coaster, before stepping off and walking along the mundane pavement feeling giddy. For the first week at least, you feel a little shell-shocked. Every few minutes or unusual noise in the office, you look around for your little guy in a panic because you can’t see him – only to remember that it’s because he’s several kilometres away at the nursery.

The day’s challenge is no longer trying to write a blog post whilst tackling an excitable toddler in an attempt to prevent him from running out of the train at every stop on the way to the soft play centre. Nor is it thinking up new ways for your bubba to keep the food you’ve given him in his mouth and stop him from losing the plot and throwing his spoon, bowl and lunch at the wall.

Nope. Now the challenge is to write emails whilst tackling excitable stakeholders in an attempt to prevent them from causing a scene.

Or thinking up new ways to keep colleagues from losing the plot and… (better stop there before I incriminate myself).

For the three (long) days each week that I’m in the office, I’m in meetings or at my desk. If I disagree with something or want someone to think differently, I can talk, set out an argument, and discuss. My daily tasks use quite a bit more thinking all of a sudden, and I have to start remembering stuff I’d forgotten over the last few months. But I also get a lot less control, since I can’t just opt to head for the soft-play or on a stroll around the park. My old management on parental leave would have been laid back about these sort of activities. My new management less so.

But there are also plenty of similarities.

I’ve heard that childcare can be a thankless task. I’ve yet to feel that office work is really a ‘thankful’ task, but luckily it isn’t just gratitude that we’re looking for in either. In my job, it’s quite easy to calculate how much money my day-to-day work is saving people. If I crank up a few quid in savings or do something that encourages big companies to behave better, I feel satisfied. If you’re a nurse, a plumber, a teacher, a care-worker, solicitor or architect, you hope that the things – or people – you put effort into will improve. When they do, you’re pleased and your job becomes more meaningful.

The unusual thing about working part-time as a dad is that no one… knows how to deal with it.

Whether you’re parenting full-time or part-time, you’ll be getting this same satisfaction. The first time Little Bear put one Lego block on another, the shit got real. I was really excited. He’s not just going to be a destructive little terror his whole life! Maybe he can also make things! We both had a little celebratory clap and some arm-wiggling (his invention, not mine). His first words, steps and even every time he wanders around singing or comes to give me a hug (normally followed by some carry-walking instructions), makes everything feel great. I’m helping make this little person do all these things, and it’s awesome.

The unusual thing about working part-time as a dad is that no one expects it. They also don’t know how to deal with it. I’m pretty sure mums have been through the same problems for a while now: of being given a full-time amount of work to do for less pay; of people getting annoyed because you’re not there every day of the week; of co-workers getting irritated when you have to change plans at short notice to pick up your sick toddler from daycare. The only added thing for doing this as a dad is that now no-one’s expecting it, and they haven’t yet learned that it’s not OK to make all these things clear. The evidence for this extra dad-bias is mounting.

The weirdest comments I’ve had were challenging my commitment to work, and whether it was really my “priority” any longer. This is outright prejudice. In the same conversation, I was told that “before parental leave, you showed leadership in your area; but after you became a parent, that’s become less clear”.

The thing is that since I’ve got into my new work area, I’ve become so much more productive than before Little Bear was born. I’m doing what feels like a full, five-day week in three, and really enjoying it too. I’ve even got some contradictory comments that management are really pleased with what I’m doing (despite being worried about my priorities?).

This isn’t us caring less about our jobs than we did before; this is us finding other sources of motivation and enjoying a bigger world outside of the workplace.

Being responsible for a demanding, yet fragile little terror makes you take on the world like you’ve never taken it on before. It’s worth saying it: I think parenting makes us better, not worse, workers. Whether it’s training us to have lightning fast reflexes because of their magnetic attraction to danger, or making us find monotonous basic tasks exciting, or forcing us to do and think about half a dozen things at once on almost no sleep, these little people are forging us into more efficient and more resilient employees.

As for my changing priorities, people are right in one way. But my priorities changed from the day Little Bear was born. If there was a real choice between putting him over my job, of course, I would, but I’ve not had to do that so far, luckily. The only way my attitude to work has changed is that my mood is now stuck much more to his. It used to be that bad things as work meant a bad day, and good things a good day. But now, if Little Bear was tearful and clingy when I drop him off at nursery, whatever great things happen at work there’ll be a cloud over my head until I see him again.

But if the moment I take him out of the BabyBjorn he runs to his breakfast seat grabbing a piece of toast on the way (spilling the rest of the toast on the floor) waving bye-bye with a smile on his face, then no crap at work is going to bring my mood down that day:

Colleague: “Dave, that company you said shouldn’t rip-off consumers anymore and wants to mount a legal challenge. It’ll take months of your time and effort just to prove you were right all along.”

Me with (a happy) Little Bear: “Sure! Let’s do this! Where do we start!”

This isn’t us caring less about our jobs than we did before; this is us finding other sources of motivation and enjoying a bigger world outside of the workplace. Our babies, toddlers and kids are a source of strength. With companies trying to prove their ‘family-friendly’ policies, it’s time that we started expecting more of how part-time parents and parents returning from parental leave are treated.

Dave Freed is a London-based parenting blogger. This article was previously published on his blog, Dad’s Turn, and has been republished with permission. You can follow Dad’s Turn on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

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