From Sylvia…..to me…..to you………………………………………………….
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,
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.’
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’
‘Executive Senior Research Associates?’
I think so!!!
Please send this to another Mom,
Aunt, And other friends you know.
- ‘Do what you can to show you care about other people, and you will make our world a better place.’ — Rosalynn Carter
Thank you. Wonderful.
You’re never far from my mind when I write about Alzheimer’s. My prayers are always with you and your loved ones…as well as my thoughts…and hearfelt compassion. 🙂
Brilliant – well said!
Glad you like it! Notice that you’re from the UK…small world. This piece was emailed to me by my Brit friend, Sylvia, who probably got it from her friends in the UK. What goes around comes around. ha, ha. 🙂
Excellent. I’ve tweeted and passed it on. Well worth the read. Off to stumble now.
As I mentioned to another reader from the UK who left a comment, this post was emailed me by my Brit friend, Sylvia, who probably got it from her friends in the UK. So I’m just passing along what your countrywomen have shared with me. Small, small world we live in. 🙂 By the way, by “stumble,” do you mean “stumbleupon?” I share what I post to that site, although I don’t visit others because I have a hard enough time keeping my blog going on WordPress, as well as visiting other bloggers. I still want to get to your blog regularly, and plan to do so. So don’t give up on me. I’d love to be a regular blogging buddy of yours.
huge hugs…hugmamma. 🙂
Thanks for the comment! 🙂
Moms deserve all the recognition, praise and support they can muster! 🙂