Sunday, June 6, 2010

For Mothers

I haven't had time for art, haven't gone anywhere close to nature or birds for inspiration since I'm painting the ceilings in my house but I have been enjoying reading all of the entries you fellow bloggers have been making.

It's wonderful to see incredible pictures and read about what's happening in all the different parts of the world.  What a great invention is the internet and blogging is.

I recently received an email with a story for mothers that I shared with Judy Adamson, a wonderful artist I met on Zazzle and someone I consider a friend and she recommended I share it with all of you so here it is, I hope you enjoy it:

Not Just Another Mother

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 don't 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 bureaucracy!  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.


  1. I forwarded it to my daughter who thought it was very funny. She said that in Sweden she often doesn't even get the 'housewife' option and she knows someone in the UK who refers to herself as a 'house manager'.

  2. That one is too good not to share.Thanks.All mothers need to have this one posted on their refrigerators.

  3. One of my most favorite and well worked jobs is as a Dad.I often describe it as my best job I have had.As a single parent I often asked my kids if they ever saw a Mom or Dad store when they were fed up with what I had to offer.I then explained you only have one.

  4. Yes, a good dad is also very undervalued.

  5. I have always felt that being a parent is the most important career anyone could ever chose. Thanks for sharing this great story! just reminded me that I need to paint my bedroom. I have been putting it off for months. Maybe this Fall I will get it done.:)


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