Turtlenapper
02-03-2002, 09:50 AM
Not Just Another Mother
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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 don't 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 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! 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.
Whether a stay-at-home Mom or a career Mom,
we should all carry this title.
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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 don't 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 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! 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.
Whether a stay-at-home Mom or a career Mom,
we should all carry this title.
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