Wow, maybe I am the last person whose mother stayed home through my childhood. She basically didn’t work after getting married and kept busy with volunteer work and projects through the church until she had us three children over about a five year period. We went to nursery school two and three days a week until pre-K, plus various Mom’s morning out programs through our church. In elementary school, we carpooled, and afterschool, Mom would shuttle us around to our various play-dates, lessons, activities, and parties.
It was only when I reached middle school age (11 or 12) that my mother let us be at home all alone while she was out running errands or in meetings. We carpooled with several other families till we got to high school, so I was typically put in charge as the oldest until Mom or Dad got home, usually within an hour or two at most.
I’m not sure if we children would be vastly different people had my mother worked and had we become “latch-key kids”, but I do know I feel pretty lucky and appreciate more and more that she was able to do that for us. It means enough to me that I hope, when I have children some day, that I might be able to do that as well.