The Greatest Occupation

A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school, another
mother I knew well rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with indignation."

Do you know what you and I are?" she demanded.

Before I could answer and I didn't really have one handy -- she blurted
out the reason for her question.

It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the
County Clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation, Emily had 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 Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a
career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high-sounding title
like "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "And 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 pompous 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 in 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 (6 months) 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.