Today not too much going on. I wanted to do some Mother related stories in Honor of Mother's day. I am not a Mom so to speak other than my four legged babies. My Mother I lost in 2001. Although it has been a number of years I think of her daily. "Mom would have done this..." I was really close with my Mom. I was the baby and the last to leave the nest. My husband and I lived with her for 3 years until we got our house in 2000. My Mom has been a large influence with my DH and he thought of her more as his mom than his own.
I have wonderful memories of my Mom. I am going to share one of my vivid memories with you. If you notice my backround is of azelas. My Mom loved flowers. We had a large front yard, middle and then the house had a side yard. The back of our home was a creek. Our drive ran along side of the top two yards with a slope toward the house.
In the middle of these two yards at the top of the slope my Mom had 5 azaleas bushes. One big one in the middle was white. Then two on each side in pink and purple. On the middle of the slope she had over 20 montain pink in shades of purple and pink. It was all framed in stone. In front of the stone there were tulips all planted along it. It was breath taking. It was her pride and joy. I found a picture but of course the colors have faded and I don't have a scanner.
Here is a great story I wanted to share with you. Enjoy!
"Just a Mom"
By Author Unknown
A woman named Emily 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 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." "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, ballpoint 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 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.
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".