Posted 08-21-2004 at 18:25:28
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Not Just Another Mother!
A woman named Emily renewing her driver's license at the Clerk's office was
asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated,uncertain how
to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you just
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother."
â?*We don't list 'mother' as an occupation... housewife covers it," said the
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation,
this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, Official Interrogator"
or "Town Registrar" "What is your occupation?" She probed. What made me say it,
I do not know... The words simply popped out. "I'm a Research Associate in the
field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she
had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most
significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written in
bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your
field?" Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research, [what mother doesn't), in the
laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family), and already have four
credits, all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the
humanities, (any other care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day (24 is
more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction. Rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed
the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was
greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new
experiment (a 6 month old baby), in the child-development program, testing out a
new vocal pattern.
I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the
official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
"just another mother."
Motherhood...What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the
door. Does this make:
Grandmothers: "Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development and
Great grandmothers: "Executive Senior Research Associates"? I think so!!!
Aunts: "Associate Research Assistants".
Send this to another Mother, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends you know. Or
for that matter, forward this to everyone... 'Because mothers should be
appreciated, not just by their own kind but by everyone...If it wasn't for our own Mother's then none of us would be here.