At Family Friendly Working Scotland, we often talk to employers about how little things can make a big difference to people’s lives: small adjustments to working patterns, having open conversations, leaving work a little early here, starting later there. All these things can help people have a better balance between work and home life which has a ripple effect to improved mental health, stronger family relationships and a happier, more productive workforce.
David and I met on a business course in Boston in 2013. Meeting him has changed my life, and hands down he’s the best thing that’s every happened to me.
But don’t get me wrong, at times during this whole period of maternity/ Shared Parental Leave (SPL), I’ve wanted to beat him over the head with a stick. Hard. Maybe even wring his neck. It’s been stressful at times- but man do I love the guy.
Now the babies are almost one, I felt it was about time to dedicate one of my blogs to the person who is 50% responsible for this toddler/twin life and talk a little bit about our experience of SPL.
I started writing this blog post in October. Then I got distracted. That pretty much sums up my life right now. I have become a mothering cliché.
My maternity leave adventures (Part 2)
by Lisa Gallagher, FFWS co-Programme Director
Obviously I’m a big fan of the job share concept, co-running Family Friendly Working Scotland with the fabulous Nikki Slowey. As mums to a total of six young boys, a job share enables us to retain a senior role while balancing our busy family commitments. It also works well for the organisation, as together we are more productive, creative, energised, loyal and happy. When the partnership is right, I can’t champion the virtues of job sharing enough – both for organisations and individuals.
So I guess in a way it should come as no surprise that I’ve ended up with a kind of maternity leave ‘job share partner’ (in crime).
On the 30th May, our twin boys Brodie and Alexander arrived. Five days earlier than planned, my waters broke en route to the nursery pick up for the big one, Alfie, aged 2 ¾. Are you staying for the nursery fundraiser?’, the teacher asked not realising what was going on. ‘Eh, not today sorry’, I say, ‘I’m off to the hospital, but here’s a fiver for the donation box’.