> 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."
>
> May your troubles be less,
> Your blessing be more,
> And nothing but happiness come through your door!
> AMEN!
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