- The children get a mental image of where Daddy is all day. “At Work” is an abstract concept for a child until they actually eyeball it for themselves.
- Seeing the equipment Dad works with and where he physically works gives them a better understanding of Dad’s job.
- The children feel included in Daddy’s life.
- Daddy gets to show off his offspring to his colleagues. (And the child bring their own little sparkle into the workplace.)
- Don’t visit too often. Make the event special so the children have a little bit of awe about the occasion.
- Keep the visits short, especially when the children are toddlers. Increase the time if you are able to as they get older. I just walk the triplets in, they say hello to everyone, walk in to Daddy’s office, have a look and type on his calculator and off they go. If we are near Dad’s workplace at the end of the day, I will on occasion drop a bigger boy off for up to an hour or so and he will sit doing drawing, some shredding (that’s about as exciting as it gets in an accountant’s office!) and playing on Dad’s phone until it’s time to go home. Then they also get a half hour to chat with Dad on the commute home also.
- Remind the children on how to behave in an office/work site before they arrive. We also talk about how it is polite to greet other people in the office by looking in their eyes and saying hello clearly.
After we finished at Daddy’s office, we nipped over to the spectacular Laurel Bank Park for a picnic lunch.
There was an “under the sea” theme going on in the park floral display. We had gone up to the viewing platform to look at the display and then walked down for a closer look from the ground. As I was taking a photo of some of the children in front of the shark, I heard a collective gasp from the viewing platform above my head. See the cute seagulls in the forefront garden bed? My child was running through the flowers trampling the seagull. I was horrified. I grabbed him and tried to make the quickest exit possible.
It’s not easy being obscure when you are trying to round up two year old triplets, a four and eight year old in front of a viewing platform full of people.
In the end our exit was anything but obscure. My garden trampling offender was already out of sorts because Mummy had been cranky at him for what he considered a lovely frolic, so when I refused to let him play in a dog’s water bowl, he chucked an epic tantrum and Jonty and I ended up carrying him the rest of the way to the car. Yeah. Fun times. It was lucky we hadn’t stayed at the office very long! I don’t think two year old tantrums would have been useful while The Accountant counted numbers!
Do you (or would you?) take your children into the workplace? What do they love about it?
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