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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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 four 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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Infertility: Dealing with Festive Periods

Seasons of the year can be difficult when you are facing infertility. I remember dreading the approach of celebratory seasons, I just hated the attention given to all women on Mother’s day in particular. I was of the opinion that only mums should be celebrated, not all women, and so to avoid being part of any kind of celebrations. I usually prepare an excuse for my absence at any gathering.

I remember avoiding any sort of gathering during Christmas, Easter, or mothering day

Mainly because in my church and most churches there's always something to do with kids and mothers/mothers to be. At my then church, kids put up a performance for mothers, flowers are usually handed out to all women, young or old.

Either way I did not fit. (so I thought at the time) I always felt uncomfortable every time I received a happy Mother's Day card from one of my God children. I knew they were sent with good intentions but I just felt sorry for myself and made excuses for my absence.

I am not a mother I reasoned, I wonder why they have to keep inviting me. Do they feel

Sorry for me, this was purely coming from a place of self-pity.  I felt I was holding it together, but come the day, I just want to stay away from it all.

In the mist of it all, I found strength to deal. Below are 5 practical steps I took with the help of the Holy Spirit to deal with it:

Pray about my  feelings;

I got to a point where I just could not go on the way I was and I cried out to my Heavenly Father, I just opened up to him letting him know how I felt.

For a long time, nothing changed but after a while I started to notice small changes, like being at peace with myself during the service, staying calm and not thinking the reason for people’s kindness is because they felt sorry for me. Focusing on what God is doing in my life and ignoring my conflicting thoughts.

Let close friends and families know how you feel

Let them know you appreciate their cards and kind gesture but that you are really struggling to reconcile your feelings with the cards. And I am sure they will appreciate your honesty and be sensitive to your feelings during such times.

Explain your absence

Although you have a right to be absence from family and other social gatherings.

If you know your family and friends will be disappointed about your none attendance, explain to them that your absence has nothing to do with them. Reassure them that you are working through some issues and really want to spend time with God alone. Make them know that you appreciate their love and support of you.

The problem is we just don't show up and this raises more questions. 

If you do not want to explain your absence, just decline the invitation gracefully.

Engage your heart

Our heart is where our feelings and though originates from.

Deal with your heart, talk to yourself, encourage yourself with the word. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid, trust in the Lord with all your heart, stay your heart on him, because he keeps in peace all whose hearts are stayed on him. Your feelings will not go away but you will be able to deal with them better.

Be hopeful

As cliché as it sounds it is better to be hopeful about your situation then not to be. Remind yourself of God’s promise, hope will give you the faith to tell yourself they one day you too will be a mum and come to watch your child perform. Better still you will become a better you through this process. 

I began to experience a change when I yielded myself and emotions totally to him who aloneunderstands my deepest feelings. He gave me strength and courage to deal with festive periods and I hope you too can come to a place where being around mums, children and pregnant women at such times will no longer bring pain, but fill you with hope for the future.

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