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I'm a Mom

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Nowhere Man, Nov 21, 2005.

  1. Nowhere Man

    Nowhere Man

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    May 22, 2003
    North Port, FL
    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
    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
    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 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.
    Please send this to another Mom, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends you
    May your troubles be less, your blessings be more and nothing but
    happiness come through your door!