Not just a mom

Please read this story carefully. It gives a whole new perspective for the job titled "mother". Am I proud to be one. For all the mummies and mummies-to-be out there, salute to all of you.

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An Inspirational Story, Motivational Story - by author unknown

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.'

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'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 Interrrogator' or 'Town Registrar.' 'What is your occupation?' she asked.

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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.'

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The clerk paused, ballpoint pen frozen in the midair, and looked up as though she has not heard right.

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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.

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'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,'just what you do in your field?'

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Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, 'I have a continuing program of research, 9what mother doesn't), in the lab 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 more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'

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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.

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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.

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I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the offiical 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 granmothers 'Senior Research Associates" and great grandmothers 'Executive Senior Reseach Associates?' I think so!