I love this woman's style!

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, (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 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.

Please send this to another Mom, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends you
know. May your troubles be less, your blessings be more and nothing but
happiness come through your door!

sumber: milis