She works hard for her money

I recieved an email from my grandmother the other day. It was one of those forwards that tell you to pass it on to 10 of your friends and all your dreams will come true. I don't do forwards, not usually anyway. But this one I did pass along to all of my mama friends . . . The message it contained was one that struck a chord with me. I realize I've only been at this Mom gig for a little over a month technically, longer if you count the months that my little bun was in the oven. I have come to realize that this is one of the hardest jobs a person can have. I wish there was some way to get monetary reconciliation but I'm happy with love, smiles, hugs, and kisses for the rest of this little man's life :o)

Below is the email. . . I hope you'll pass it along to all of your mom friends, sisters, co-worers and your own mama ! 

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 ...?"
"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 own 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 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 Mom."

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."