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JUST A MOM?
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 In terror gator” 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’svoice 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 grand mothers “Executive Senior Research Associates”?I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts “Associate Research Assistants”.
6 Comments:
- I love this!!
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- That is so great. I think we should all get desk titles with that on there & pamphlets of our job description should anyone ask. I wouldn’t be able to do that with a straight face or be that creative with a drop of a hat.
- LOL neither would I. But I am good at studying. So maybe I’ll just print it out & memorize it. haha.
- I have seen this so many times before, but it never ever gets old! Thanks for renewing the smile I get from this article.
- That’s SOOOO great!!! I love IT!!!!!
Domestic Engineer doesn’t even touch it!
Heather
- Heather – Thanks for stopping by my blog! I loved this post. I have what I call my family business card. My title on it is COO of Larson Holdings. If no one took on the job of mothering, where would we all be?
I have a confession to make. To walk in my house, you would think that I’m a pretty clean and organized mom. That’s because I’m a FIRM BELIEVER in surface cleaning (shhh don’t tell my mother!) If the bathrooms are clean, the counters and tabletops are clear and the floor is picked up, it’s clean enough for me! I threw my perfectionism out the window about 4 sets of dirty hands and feet ago. And I can live happily with that.
But the laundry…the BANE of my very existence…that’s a completely different story. If you looked into my laundry closet you would probably NEVER speak to me again. I have this theory about laundry trying to take over and rule the world. You should hear it sometime. Or maybe not.
I am SO waiting for some wonderful genius woman to invent *disposable clothes. That would be the most wonderful thing EVER.
We have ALOT of laundry, as you can probably imagine. I think the baby is actually the cleanest little person in our house. How sad is that? Or maybe it’s my oldest son. This boy, will take a shower and try to put on the SAME DIRTY BOXERS that he just took off! I have actually had to start doing a daily boxer check on a 9 yr old! What is UP with THAT??
My girlies ~ the self proclaimed princesses ~ they LOVE to wear pretty dresses. I don’t know where this fascination came from. It’s a lucky day for My Love if he comes home to find me in jeans instead of pajamas. Fear not, he is very aware how HOT pajamas are. You don’t need to tell him. Truly. He knows. I love pajamas. I will seriously take a shower only to put on MORE PAJAMAS. But they insist on wearing ‘princessy (YA that’s a word ’cause i just made it a word) clothes and if they get even one teeeeeny tiiiiny spot on it they MUST immediatly be regarbed in proper princess wear.
My toddler *the moose, is just a MESS. He somehow manages to get dirty no matter WHAT we are doing. Every Sunday I have to explain to the girls in Tiny Tots that YES he WAS clean when we put him in the truck and NO I have no clue HOW he got so filthy in the carseat. This child here, he is the only child I know who can actually get dirty IN THE BATH TUB. So, when I can manage to keep clothes on him, they are only clean for roughly…2 minutes. Really. I’m not exaggerating. Not even a little bit.
But I digress. I’m just procrastinating so that you won’t see what a terrible ’sahm’ i am.
I don’t have alot of time to mess with the laundry. Ok really, that’s just a different way to say that I procrastinate when it comes to laundry too. I wait and wait and let it pile and pile until it literally eyeballs me from the closet, which by this time is open because the laundry is finding it’s way out the door, and practically BEGGING me to just WASH IT! And finally I will. And that’s when the CLEAN laundry takes over my bedroom. And Bathroom. And wherever else it will fit.
But hey, the floor is clean enough to eat off of, which is a good thing because Chloee oee oee has a particular fondness for hiding cheerios under the furniture…just in case she gets hungry later.
- Haha, that is too funny. I understand the dislike of laundry though my most dreaded sahm ‘duty’ is grocery shopping. We had those same taunting piles of laundry with all the kids at my house and now with my two and all hubby’s uniforms…anyway, this is your blog and not mine. Happy laundry time
- hmmm… i don’t mind grocery shopping so much. Unless I have the zoo woth me. Shopping with monkeys is definently not something I recommend.
- Oh my!!! I understand completely and feeeeel your pain!!!
I needed a good laugh tonight! Thanks for sharing!!!
Tosha
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