Why is it that more women than men stay at home with children? In 98% of families with one parent at home, it’s a woman who takes that role. Assuming there isn’t a secret world where stay-at-home mothers get to loll about all day in spas sipping Pinot Grigio, there must be something behind it.
Here are some theories (discussed here many times already, so you’re excused if you skip them):
- Women are hardwired as caregivers and have a strong desire to be at home, therefore are more inclined than fathers to take the opportunity to do so if it’s financially possible
- Some women seek flexibility in the workplace and have little option but to resign when they are told “no”
- Some women are put on the mommy-track by employers, so are less motivated to stay in the workplace, if opportunities such as voluntary redundancy or obstacles such as childcare costs arise
- Some women earn less than men, so if childcare becomes an unaffordable, it’s more likely that the mother in this scenario will give up work
- Women grow up with in a society that sees more mothers than fathers at home with children, and therefore consciously or sub-consciously see it as the norm
- Women experience guilt more than men do, and worry more about the effect on their children of having two working parents
- Societal or familial expectations can put pressure on women to stay at home
- Men feel pressure to be the breadwinner, to have a job, and are therefore less likely to stay at home
Of course none of these is true for everyone but I think there’s an element of truth in all of them, and each one accounts for a proportion of the women who are at home.
I wonder too if the fact that women take maternity leave and men don’t is a factor? Is maternity leave a taster of stay-at-home life, and does it ease women into the idea that we could potentially do it full-time?
In my early thirties, I went to the office every day, just like my husband. We worked similar hours in similar jobs, and travelled home together, talking about work stuff and what we’d do that weekend and who was thinking of buying an apartment in Bulgaria (it was the early noughties). I earned about the same as my husband did, and spent it on clothes and makeup and shoes and dinners and cocktails and holidays (again, it was the noughties). The arrival of a baby-bump didn’t change much in terms of work and money and day-to-day living, so – except for the cocktails – life went on pretty much as it always had done. Then my waters broke – in my office – and nothing was ever the same again.
Well, of course it wasn’t the same – we had a beautiful little daughter, who completely took over our world from the moment she entered it. But day to day life changed utterly for me. And it did for my husband too, but not to the same extent. He still went to work every day – he just had nobody to chat to on the commute. I on the other hand swapped heels for flats, and coffee for decaf tea (at least until I saw sense).
Work colleagues were replaced by a tiny girl who was my boss, my co-worker and my team all rolled into one. Instead of conference calls, I had fleeting attempts to reply to text messages while she sat in her chair for oh, at least five or six minutes before wanting to be up in my arms. Lunch from the deli was replaced by a thrown together sandwich at the kitchen counter, with a baby on the hip. The afternoon team meeting became coffee with friends or a less exciting trip to the supermarket. And home-time was not about my commute anymore but all about my husband’s – how soon could he get home to help me with our daughter, so I could start dinner and take a deep breath.
Our relationship changed too – the family dynamic changed. I remember my husband used to come home and tell me about something that happened at work – I’d reply with a story about something that had happened at home that day – something really interesting like how long the baby had slept or something funny the postman had said (who was after all, the only other adult I’d spoken to that day). My husband never once asked how I hadn’t found time to cook something or why the laundry was taking on Everest-like proportions on the dining room table, but I’m sure it must have crossed his mind to wonder what on earth I was doing all day. Actually, I still don’t know what I was doing, I just know it took all day.
Two months in, I had figured out the baby stuff to some extent, I’d found a routine, and I’d even cooked dinners on two particularly great days. The realisation dawned: I was a housewife.
The me who had lived a life similar in every way to that of my husband, could never have imagined being a housewife; working on dishes and laundry instead of spreadsheets and e-mails. And it wasn’t an overnight transformation – it was gradual, with the significant distraction of a delicious, all-consuming baby girl. But yes, I was a housewife.
And six months later, I went back to work, and again there was a shift in the balance. I was working full-time like my husband, and we shared all childcare and housework evenly. No longer a housewife – a new title: working mother.
Two more maternity leaves meant two more stints at home, and I really started to find my way. Being at home was certainly hard work, but I loved it. Not so much the first time round, but the subsequent two maternity leaves were easier, more fun, less lonely.
And now, if I imagine a situation where I’m at home again for any reason, for any duration, I know I can do it – it’s not a mystery, it’s something I’ve done before. For my husband, on the other hand, it would be a much bigger adjustment. One that he would embrace, one at which he would excel, but the psychological leap to house-parent would be far greater for him than for me. Which is why, all other things being equal, if one of us had to give up work for a period, I think it would be me, and I think it’s partly because I’ve been there for a test run and I know I can do it.
It’s one common factor for most mothers – we have maternity leave, and our partners don’t. So maybe that’s part of the reason more mothers stay at home. Or maybe it’s all the other stuff – society and salary and employer inflexibility and guilt. Or maybe it’s just the innate desire to be there when they’re small – something that stems from carefully carrying them inside us for nine months before they see the world. Either way, I’ve had a taster, and if it came to it, I think I’d be just fine with second helpings.
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10 thoughts on “Does maternity leave give women a taster for becoming stay-at-home mothers?”
Great post! After 18 months off I’m going back to work this weekend, and I’m really looking forward to it. Actually scrap that! I’m looking forward to earning my ‘own’ money again,having adult company & to be honest have a break from the house. I’ve been very lucky to have been off with my daughter, but personally being a SAHM is not for me,I’ve found a balance by working two days a week! This may all change when we have a second baby, but for now I’m chomping at the bit to get back!
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Yes I totally get that – I remember being happy going back after my first baby – crying leaving her in creche on day one, but overall, happy to have work in my life again. I found it harder after number two, and almost handed in my notice after number three!
Best of luck with your return to work – hope it goes really well 🙂
Lots of interesting points here, especially the point about maternity leave giving women a taste of being a stay at home mum: you see that only applies now that maternity leave is 6 months. When I had my first child, I had to go back to work after 12 weeks, so they were spent getting to know her and frantically trying to get her into a schedule so that I felt happy handing her over to her wonderful childminder. I don’t remember much housework getting done 🙂
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That must have been so hard – I don’t think I could speak properly yet at twelve weeks, not to mind get out of the house and do work-work. And even now I think six months was quite a short maternity leave for my first – it’s much more common now to take ten or eleven months, which is so great. I totally see how housework wouldn’t have been in the routine at 12 weeks 🙂
Lovely post. I’m on maternity leave with my first. The adjustment is enormous. I like the challenge of a brand new experience though. I keep telling myself I’ll not get this precious time back so rather than thinking about what I’m missing in the world of adults and office life, which I’m temporarily removed from, I enjoy spending all day being busy with baby – doing what? I’m not sure, but I too find it takes all day to do it!
You are definitely not missing anything here in the world of adults 🙂
But it’s true – you’ll never have this time again when he is a tiny little thing who is completely dependent on you, whereas the adults in the world of work will still be there, doing the same things, when you get back.
Yes I think maternity leave is a great way of seeing how things would be if you were to be at home full time and like you guys, we now share the housework / childcare evenly. Thankfully for us we seem to have opposite shifts so 90% of the time there is always one of us at home with L for most of the day. I honestly don’t know where my time goes on my days off with the baby though, we are always just “busy”!
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Louise that’s so great that one or other of you are with your little boy so much of the time – such a perfect set-up in so many ways. And great to be in a pattern of sharing the work 50:50 – long may it last.
I feel that the lack of paternity leave is actually cruel to fathers; why is it not standard practise to allow a father to spend some time with their newborn child?! What could be more important?
I know. I feel like sometime in the future we’ll look back and wonder how on earth it seemed reasonable for fathers to have three days or five days with newborns and no more than that – it sounds inhuman.
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