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As-Salaamu alaykum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuhu.

A woman named Emily renewing her driver's license at the 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, 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

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 experiment, (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"?
Great grandmothers: "Executive Senior Research Associates"? I think so!!!

Aunts: "Associate Research Assistants".

Wa'assalaam

" Who is better in speech than the one who calls (mankind) to Allah,
Works righteousness and says 'I am of those who bow in Islam'".41:33

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