JUST A MOM?
>
> 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,
> Grandmother, Aunt,
> 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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