My parents were done and dusted on the childcare front by the age of 39/40, they had jobs for life with reasonable hours, long holidays and great pensions. Their houses went up year on year by thousands, and in some cases tens of thousands. House and jobs for life, or until you wanted a bigger one that is...
They were not expected to do hours of homework each night with the young, nor were they very interested in spending huge amounts of 'quality family time', it was much more about them and not so much about the children. They had energy and money to stay very fit and enjoy hobbies.
Parents could easily afford to stay at home with young children, and most did. It was a lovely place to live in our towns and cities every in the middle of the week, you could always meet someone to talk to.
Children played out all day every day outside, now the onerous is on us to give our children a happy childhood, rather than children creating their own version. How many of our parents ran themselves ragged doing all the after school activities and all weekends? Very few. No sats, no pressure. Doctors apps when you needed them. Reasonable class sizes. Pensions that were safe and gold plated. Holidays every year. Time to cook, relax and read.
This is not intended to be rose tinted post about the past, but a genuine comparison between my life and that of my mother's. Nor is it a bashing of the boomers post.
Something has gone seriously wrong in the space of one generation (and I don't mean this politically) because this is an issue that goes well beyond party politics.