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"Just a Mom?"

Only a mom can appreciate this!! 

And Your Occupation is? Mother. A few months ago, when I was
picking up the children at school, another mother I knew well rushed
up to me.

Emily was fuming with indignation. "Do you know what  you and I
are?" she demanded. Before I could answer, and I didn't really have
one handy, she blurted out the reason for her question.

It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license
at the County Clerk's office.

Asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. Emily
had 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 Emily.
"I'm  a mother." "We don't list 'mother' 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.

"And 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"            
                                                                                                                                                           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 pompous 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 (the whole darned  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 in 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 (6 months) in the child-development program, testing out a new vocal  pattern.

I felt triumphant! 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 mother." Motherhood...what a  glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the door. 


You that have already raised your family know the following to be true; keep a sense of humor sisters. Your true revenge is when have their teenages.. LOL

The Images of Mother: 

4 YEARS OF AGE ~   My Mommy can do anything! 
8 YEARS OF AGE ~   My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot! 
12 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mother doesn't really know quite  everything. 
14 YEARS OF AGE ~ Naturally, Mother doesn't know that,  either 
16 YEARS OF AGE ~ Mother? She's hopelessly  old-fashioned. 
18 YEARS OF AGE ~ That old woman? She's way out of  date! 
25 YEARS OF AGE ~ Well, she might know a little bit  about it 
35 YEARS OF AGE ~ Before we decide, let's get Mom's  opinion. 
45 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wonder what Mom would have thought  about it? 
65 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wish I could talk it over with Mom. 


Hi, I just couldn't resist adding this to my site. I loved being an at home Mother. But the respect is not there as it should be. I think you'll all get a kick out of this. I tried to track the author but was unable to..