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,” answered the woman.
” I’m a Mum.”
“We don’t list ‘Mum’ as an occupation, ‘housewife’ will cover 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 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 thinking about my important 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 looking at my role as a Mum it was all True.
I had gone on the official records as someone distinguished and indispensable to mankind because I’m needed and what I do is very important…..
“I am a Mum.”
So 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.”
What a glorious career! One designed by God, a blessing and a High calling, and no matter the title on the door nothing could make it more important.
Be encouraged in Your God-given Role.
May your troubles be less, Your blessings be more,
And may you have Joy no matter what comes through your door!
Remember if Life brings you to it …..
God will bring you through it.