This is cute, and I know you'll appreciate it..
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 title 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 title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my
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 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
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 could 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 title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field
of Child Development and Human Relations"
and great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts
"Associate Research Assistants".

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