Mom's The Word

This was sent to me via email from my Robert Nio via our company joke list (okay, it isn't a joke persay but this is his main emailing list) on August 29, 2001.

Mom's the word!

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 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 the 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.

Send this to another Mother you know. Whether a stay
at home Mom or a career Mom, we should all carry this title!

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.

Please send this to five phenomenal women...and a few
phenomenal men...today in celebration of Women's History Month.
If you do, something good will happen - you will boost another
woman's self-esteem.

Last Updated: 082901