Inspirational Story on the importance of a mother's role
A woman named Emily renewing her driver's licence at the Transport
office was asked by the clerk to state her occupation. She hesitated,
uncertain how to classify herself. "What I mean is," explained the
clerk, "do you have a job, or are you just a ...?
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a Mum."
"We don't list 'Mum' as an occupation... 'housewife' covers it,"
said the clerk emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same
situation, this time at our local police station. 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, 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
"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 programme 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
girl's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally
ushered me to the door.
When I got home, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted
by my lab assistants -ages 10, 7, and 3. Upstairs, I could hear our new
experimental model, (a 6-month-old baby), in the child-development
programme, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had triumphed
over bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mum."
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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