Just a Mom?

One of the girls over at Babycenter.com on the Dealing With the Inlaws board posted this a few days back. I have to admit, being a stay at home mom isn’t always the glamorous, fun time I thought it would be when my husband and I decided that I’d stay home to take care of Munchie. After working for 10+ years, it has been nothing short of a difficult adjustment. I enjoy being home and taking care of Munch and the house while I finish out my Masters’ degree more than anything, but a long, cold winter in Wisconsin doesn’t make keeping our spirits up easy – if anything, we’re so cabin feverish, it isn’t funny! Thank goodness that the weather broke, and it hit 45 degrees today! As a disclaimer, I certainly don’t find my happiness in wordly success or titles, but knowing that someone else out there feels the way I do, and my husband does, about motherhood just warms my heart! On with the post….

JUST A MOM?

A woman, renewing her driver’s license at the Motor Registration office,
was asked by the counter clerk to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

‘What I mean is,’ explained the counter clerk,
‘do you have a job or are you just a ..?’

‘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 clerk emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Medicare office.
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, (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,
(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 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 Mum.’ Motherhood!

What a glorious career!
Especially when there’s a title on the door.

đŸ™‚ While I may not have 4 daughters, I understand how this mom feels about her family – she feels PROUD and grateful for them! As I do too…..

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