Monday, May 20, 2013

And You Thought You Had One Career

    A woman named Emily, 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 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."  "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, ballpoint 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."  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 triumphant! 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 mother."
    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 Rela-tions" and great grandmothers Executive Senior Research Associates"? I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants."
    Please send this to another Mother, Grandmother, and Aunt you know! They will be delighted with their "new" position in life!
     "The best way for a woman to have a few minutes to herself at the close of the day is to start doing the dishes."

 - via THE SOWER, a weekly publication of the Arthur Church of Christ, Arthur, IL. Ron Bartanen, who serves as minister and editor, may be contacted through the congregation's website:

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