Mother's Job Description

In honor of Mother’s Day today, I wanted to share a little story that came to me through an email. I really don’t like getting lots of junk email and forwards, especially since I find myself reading them before I delete them! But, sometimes there is a gem amid the junk.

All moms go through moments where they feel like they aren’t doing something “worthy” or feel inadequate in some way or another. You might have read this before. Whether or not you have a job away from home, I hope you enjoy this story, and feel proud for who you are and why you do it!

A MOTHER’S JOB DESCRIPTION (author unknown)

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 mid-air, 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—age 13, 7, and 3. And upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model (six 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 down on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another……”

My hope for you on this day, and all days, is that you remember how valuable you are, how precious your little (or big!) ones are, and how important your job is…more important than any other! No matter what we call it, I truly believe there is no greater privilege than to be a mother.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you amazing ladies!!

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