asante sana ndugu Ogah kwa salamu hizi. Thanks to all mothers who did care after us and here we are today.
Below is a story I received today about motherhood!
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, (first the Lord and then the whole 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 aremore 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."
Thank you to all Mothers on this forum who are doing an excellent job to take care of their children as well as other members of their families. You deserve a pat on you back every single day. Please keep it up!
For my lovely mummy and all who cares about thier mummy's....
God Bless the Women-Lucky Dude
In the middle of the night I heard her pray so bitterly
And so softly yeah...
She prayed for her children
She prayed for their education,
Then she prayed for the man
That left her with her children.
We, praise heroes everyday
But there are those that we forget To praise
The women of this world.
They don't run from anything
They stand and fight for what's right
Oh oh oh...
God bless the women
Even when times are so hard
They are so cool, calm and collected.
They don't run from anything,
They stand and fight
For what is right
They do not run from responsibilities
They stand and fight for what Is right