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, (first the Lord and then the whole family)  
and already have four credits (all daughters).   

Of course,  the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,  
(any mother 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 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'.  

Please send this to  another Mom,
and  other friends you know.
May your troubles be  less,
your blessings be  more

and nothing but happiness come through your door! AMEN!!  

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Feb. 12, 2008 at 2:38 PM Well, now, I have a fancy new title.  Thanks!

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Feb. 15, 2008 at 9:29 PM

I have read that before but it still lifts me up. I have short-cut it for those days when I want to bang my head on the wall. :)



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Feb. 16, 2008 at 11:31 AM I love this :)

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