My mom sent this to me this morning, I am not a mom but one day plan to be and my mom has run across situations like these but her answer is priceless!!!
A woman, 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 mom?" "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 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 you 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, 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 started 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
do 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, in the laboratory and in the field.
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and
already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the
most demanding in the humanities and I often work 14 hours a day. 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 offical records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind that "just another Mom."
Motherhood! What a glorious career!