Just A Mom Really Funny And Wanted To Share
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County clerk's office
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She 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 the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' 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 t_tle like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"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 t_tle slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold,
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
have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole
family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course,
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).
job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the
are more of a 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
hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child
development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt 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 Mom." Motherhood!
What a glorious career! Especially when there's a t_tle on the door.
Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research associates in the field
of Child Development and Human Relations" and great grandmothers
Senior Research Associates"?
And daddys are a__sistant research a__sociates!
Daddy's are sponsors of the research too! :)