When I was growing up, "moms" usually didn't have outside jobs. I don't recall any. She worked hard every day as a mother, and valued as such, always keeping everything in order and running right, taking care of the house and us kids. She had a hard full time job and was loved and respected. It was good to have her home. I loved the structure that provided for us. I think kids need that and we've lost a lot of that, being pressured to work outside the house to make ends meet these days. It's a shame. Dad was an accountant. He never missed a day of work in all the years he worked. Both hard-working people. Respectful.

My father was a cook/chef in commercial catering all his life. Trained in the Cambridge colleges before the war. Served in WW2 in Burma in the RAF in a field kitchen. Migrated to Oz as a member of the British Olympic team support crew for the Melbourne Olympics in 1956 and walked straight into a major hospital kitchen after that. Worked there for many years, running the place, then moved to the State Electricity Commission planning and advising on commercial kitchens in building projects. Won a award in the hotel olympics in the commercial catering division that got him a trip to Switzerland and was part of an SEC team sent to Darwin after cyclone Tracy to rewire the whole city, using his WW2 canteen experience.The military in charge there had him stay a couple of weeks after the rewiring as his set up was basically feeding every rescue/rebuilding team there, until the army could get organised. Then he returned to the SEC. passed away in 1978. My Mother was basically his wife the whole time.😷

Dad is an automotive mechanic. He moved to Phoenix the night he graduated high school so he could work & go to school for it. Which is why I grew up around different cars every week, had access to lots of tools, & learned to use them. I consider myself lucky because I wouldn't be able to work on my own cars if it weren't for him. Plus anytime I don't know something he shows me, explains it, & makes everything look easy lol.
My mom is a different story. She hasn't had an actual job in a long time & now her health is so bad there's not much she could do anymore. I still gotta make time to see her or something it's been a while

Dirt poverty runs through my family tree on my mom's side. I got the dyslexia from her. Not that I'm complaining and there's indeed some pride also about the history of six generations of poor textile labourers who provided just enough for their families nevertheless. My mom worked as a factory labourer canning fish in extreme cold temperatures till she had me. On my dad's side there was a farm on the top of the hill. Nothing fancy, just surviving the times there too. Farms were little hubs of vital self-sufficiency at the time of two very long military occupations by the Germans and equally long periods of economic downturn, especially in the 1930s and early 1950s. My dad got an education till his fourteenth year after which he started to work for his uncle's bakery. Because of health issues he was advised by an officer who knew him because of his bread round, he joined up the Belgian army at the age of seventeen in the mid-1950s. He served as a NCO for a very long career amongst other places in Germany during the Cold War, etc., etc.

I don't remember what my mum did as she stopped working when I came about. Dad worked in insurance (he had his own business in Sydney) and later went into real estate.

Both are deceased. Mum in Dec 2020, Dad some time in 2011/12. Dad cheated on mum and had affairs pretty badly in my early childhood - he used to fight with mum a lot and came home drunk from work often - that's the only set of things I remember about them before divorce in 1980. I don't have much if any positive happy memories from my birth in 1968 up to their divorce and subsequent toxic family blow-up shite.

He worked for Zenith while I was young. Then he went on to setting up at flea markets (rough times). Then he became a maintenance man, later the lead maintenance man for a big name realty company. That was his last job and it wore his body down.

The only occupation I know that my mom had is illegal in 49 US states.

My mother was an elementary school teacher. After many years, she took a sabbatical and got a Master's Degree and then went back to work as the school's remedial reading specialist, which she found much more sane than classroom teaching.

My father had an MBA and was a production supervisor for a large linotype company. He left there to become a contracts analyst for the production of the Apollo lunar landers, and after that he switched careers completely and was a probation officer until he retired.

Both engineers, and that's how they met. My dad was also in the Coast Guard and does antiques restorations, and my mom is also a mathematician and a botanist

Daddy was a retired Marine Colonel turned farmer, and momma was a retired college professor turned mom and homeschool teacher. They adopted me when I was 11…in their early sixties

My dad came to Canada with 50$ in his pocket and became a chartered accountant and was VP of Finance for a major steel corporation. My mom worked at RBC until we came along and when we got older she worked at the local school board part time

My step dad was president of the Postal Union for a while, then he worked in a few Post Offices after that. My mother never did anything with her life except make everyone else miserable. She moved to Australia in 1991 and I think worked with her husband down there.

My mom was a waitress and/or secretary for all of my childhood. My "real" dad was a handyman/plumber/sprinklerman and one man business owner. But they were also alcoholics with no education (and very young) for my childhood.

Dad worked in an auto manufacturing plant his whole life as was common in our area. Mom stayed home and ran the household.

My Dad was an engineer and i followed him, and my mum is an housewife and worked part time cleaning.

My mom inherited money so she didn’t have to work. And My dad was a mortgage broker/lender for like the longest time. Then they divorced and stopped being a broker just to start his own landscaping business and mow lawns lol

My dad was a chemist for our government. My mom was a homemaker, then worked various jobs but then ended up working in an apartment as a rental agent.

My mother was a teacher. As a young woman she worked both as a classical and jazz pianist.

My father is a retired architect.

My dad worked at a tractor factory for thirty plus years and my mom had a few different jobs.

My father retired from the military. My mom was ...our mom.

Teaching. Both taught English language, my mom still does dad is retired.

Never met my dad. Well, mum never knew who my dad was. Mum was a working girl.

My mother stayed at home, my father worked in a office but I really don't know what he did.

My mom didn't work. My dad was a pilot for FedEx.

my dad cut trees and my mom was a nurse's aid

Mom was a nurse, a factory worker, and a truck driver.

Dad was a textile mill worker and a carpenter.

Dad, a Chartered Electrical Engineer, worked in that role as a scientist. Mum, a housewife though she had worked in a drawing-office.

[@buriedalice] 🤔my dad was a factory worker my mam has not worked since before i was born she brought up us four kids

My dad is a retired geologist and my mom never really worked. She calls herself an artist but that is subjective lol

My father was a truck driver my mom worked for the school district

my mum is a dentist, my dad is a branch manager at an insurance company

My dad worked in the heavy duty truck parts supply business
My mom did data processing for oil and gas companies

My mother was a school teacher, my father was a medical doctor.

My "dad" was a wife and child beater, my mum worked as a cleaner.

dad used to be a policeman and mom worked in the church

They were both teachers. Art and automotive

Finance and medical receptionist.

Dad was an accountant and mom was an admin assistant for an investment broker.

Dad was a salesman and my mom was the clerk of court

My dad taught highschool and owned a residential construction company. My mom started out as a waitress and book keeper. Then she became a book keeper for a junior high school. After that she worked for my dad in the construction company.

Dad was a plant manager and operator at a large factory. Mom was a waitress then a restaurant manager