Thursday, February 4, 2010

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.'



13 comments:

Jillene said...

hehe!! That's GREAT!!

Shadow said...

you did that! man you're cool. well done!

Everyday Mom Designs said...

That is great! I love it...

I also got upset the other day when someone just assumed that husband didn't have a job, b/c he was self-employed... People can be ignorant sometimes.

LeShel said...

HECK YA!! I'm all over the Aunt's title too.

Andrea said...

I like this!

Boy Mom said...

Love this story, I haven't heard it in years. Thanks for posting it.

Trying to get back into the workplace after 18 years makes me think of this.

Sue Q said...

SHAZAAAAAAAM!! I wish you had posted this last week, and I could have used it in my sacrament meeting talk last Sunday!

That Girl in Brazil said...

I've read that before, but it was nice to read it again.

I should print it off and hang it next to the mirror ...

Shawn said...

That was so great! Enjoyed it1

♫ Spasm ♫ said...

I needed that thanks!

Heatherlyn said...

Wow. Someone thinks quickly on their feet! Mother's deserve that respect!

Arcadian said...

I cannot imagine a more meaningful or rewarding occupation than that of a mother.

Erica said...

I was just passing by clicking on "next blog" and loved it! :)

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?