At times, our occupations don’t fit neatly into the checkboxes of bureaucratic forms. Being a mother is one such occupation that defies classification. A simple trip to renew a driver’s license opened my eyes to this truth.
As I stood at the DMV counter, the clerk asked me to state my occupation. Uncertain how to respond, I hesitated. Sensing my dilemma, the clerk probed further, asking if I had a job or if I was “just a…” Before she could finish her sentence, I snapped back, “Of course I have a job. I’m a mother!”
To my surprise, the clerk emphatically told me that they don’t list “Mother” as an occupation. Instead, I should choose the label “Housewife.” This encounter left me feeling diminished, but I soon forgot about it.
Years later, I found myself in a similar situation, this time at the local police station. The clerk, a poised and efficient career woman, asked the dreaded question: “What is your occupation?”
In that moment, I couldn’t help but defy societal expectations. Without thinking twice, I proudly proclaimed, “I’m a research associate in the field of child development and human relations.” The clerk paused, visibly taken aback by my response. Suddenly, my words carried weight and authority.
Curiously, the clerk asked me to elaborate on my work. Seizing the opportunity, I confidently described my role. I spoke of the ceaseless research and the long hours I dedicated to my studies. I emphasized the challenges and the profound rewards that come with this extraordinary occupation.
As I watched the clerk transcribe my words onto the official questionnaire, a newfound respect glimmered in her eyes. She completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. In that moment, I felt like I had conquered the stifling grip of bureaucracy.
But it was when I returned home that true triumph awaited me. There, I was greeted by my lab assistants – my children. Each one played their part in our family’s research and development program. Upstairs, our youngest, a 6-month-old, tested out a new vocal pattern, a perfect addition to our ever-evolving experiment.
I couldn’t help but revel in the glory of motherhood. What an incredible occupation it is! For us mothers, there’s no greater career. And now, with a title on my door, I feel a renewed sense of respect and recognition.
So, to all the mothers out there, I say: embrace your incredible occupation. It may not fit neatly into bureaucratic checkboxes, but its impact on humanity is immeasurable. Share this story if you know exactly what I’m talking about!
