Yesterday, we went to Thanksgiving Lunch at my daughter’s Mother’s Day Out program. She was very excited because Daddy came. Because Daddy has a 8-5 job as a supervisor, it’s rare she gets to see him during the day. In fact it was the first time he had been to Mother’s Day Out. He didn’t even know where the church was.
As 2 year olds do, she was very interested in when we were going home and what we were going to do when we got there. Jonathan told her that he was coming home for a few minutes but had to go back to work. She seemed to accept this for a few moments but then pressed further about why he couldn’t stay and play with her. He said “But Riley I have to go back to the office.” When she heard “office”, she immediately responded, “Daddy, Why can’t you work in Mommy’s office?”
While that may be a profound connection for a two year old, it was funny and sad for us as parents as we tried to explain. To add to Riley’s confusion, our roles were reversed when she was smaller. I had the 8-5 job 30 minutes away and her dad worked 4 AM-6PM on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. But he got to stay home with Riley through the first of the week. She remembers being with him all day. She doesn’t seem to recall me working outside the house.
It’s left me pondering an explanation that she will understand all evening. She knows where Jonathan works physically. But she doesn’t seem to understand why he gets in the car every morning to go to work, but when Mommy goes to work it means something different. She obviously has more experience sitting in my office with me coloring or watching puppies on You Tube on the laptop. We do a lot of things together everyday so that is her live experience with “work.”
Now I wouldn’t go back to the corporate world even if my Blackberry was held hostage. I am so thankful that we have not been forced to put her in daycare full time to let someone else raise her. I love what I do and I work hard to be sure I can be here with Riley.
Yet, I am still faced with the issue of explaining to her why Daddy can’t come over and play all day long. In my mind right now, this is a harder question to answer than why don’t my mommy and daddy live together. For the time being, the question is laying low while we run around for Thanksgiving plans, but I am sure it will come up and again, so I am trying to construct my answer for her.
I would love to hear your tips and if your children have asked these sorts of questions.