6 March 2016

Mother's Job Description

On this mother's day, I want to share a brief description about the job description of a 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 We 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 am 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, of a high-sounding title like 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar'
And what is your occupation?' she proded.

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 pompous prouncement 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 fur credits (all daughters). 

Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mothers care to disagree?) and I often work fourteen hours a day (twenty-four 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 in 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 drive way buoyed up b my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants-age thirteen, seven, and three. And upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model (six 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 down on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another....'

Home..... what a glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the door. 

Happy Mother's Day. 

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