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Job titles for the both of us..

Written on May 31, 2006 by Kevin.

Over the past couple of weeks, I have noticed changes in Rylan and how he sees both me and my wife.

My wife stays home with him all day which means he wakes up looking at her and when he falls asleep at night, there she is. He seems to associate her with comfort and sleep. There are times when Rylan is certainly not in a great mood and when I hold him, I cannot seem to get him calmed down like I used to be able too. When I pass him over to my wife though, he calms down nearly instantly and begins sucking on his thumb. It can certainly be challenging for both of us as there are times when I want to be able to comfort him and I am just not able too any longer.

What is my role you ask? Well, like my fathers, I work all day and when I come home, Rylan is starving for daddy attention time. Everyday I still walk in the door with a great big smile from Rylan. I cannot recall a time where Rylan did not instantly get happy when I walked in the door. My job title would be likely be an event coordinator. I do my best to play with Rylan as long as I am home. This gives Rylan the fatherly love that he needs and my wife a small break.

My wife and I still share one role though. Waste management. I am proud to admit that I have changed about 50% of the diapers in Rylan's life. Is it something that I enjoy, not necessarily but it is part of being a parent.



New job title!

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 deevelopment 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!

Written by Julie on May 31, 2006

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