MOMS
A woman, renewing her driver’s license at the County 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 a…?”
“Of course I have a job,” snapped the woman. “I’m a Mom!”
“We don’t list ‘Mom’ as an occupation; ‘Housewife’ covers it,” said the recorder emphatically.
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 (anyone 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 about the satisfaction, rather than just about the 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 experimental model (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt 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 Mom.”
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 Human Relations” and great grandmothers Executive Senior Research Associates”? I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts, “Associate Research Assistants.
~ Author Unknown
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NOTE: I think all us mom’s should carry a copy or two of this, so that we can review and use the job title and description as needed, or press a copy into the hand of another mom when we see one who has forgotten how valuable she is.
A related piece you’re sure to enjoy on another of our pages: ”When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking”… CLICK HERE to go there now. It’s a child’s appreciation for parental caring.
And sure to touch your heart is one called “This is for the Mothers”…. CLICK HERE to view.
