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."
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
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, 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 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."
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 triumphant! 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 mother."
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 Mother, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends
know! They will be delighted with their "new" position in life!