Sunday, November 27, 2005

My Baby Girl is Growing Up


This is my daughter Carly who will be 13 on Christmas Eve. Yes, bad timing on my part. These photos were taken recently when the High School had an end of year ball. She's turning into a beautiful young lady right before my eyes. It's only when she starts screaming at her brother that I remember she's still a kid. A good kid though. Her father gave her a mobile phone for Xmas last year after I had already said no, so I refused to buy credit for it unless she actually worked for the money, which she does. She's a great help around the house now that I'm working 5 days a week.

We were to have a family BBQ last night, organised by my mother, who I hadn't heard from, so I rang to give her a piece of my mind. She told me that my Nanna (86 years old) had a fall and broke her hip on Wednesday, and she's been at the hospital nearly every day since. Not good news at all. Nanna is only just home from hospital after breaking an ankle. They were concerned then that she wouldn't be able to go home again. Mum is pretty upset about the whole thing, Nanna is pretty bad this time, all these broken bones are taking their toll on her. Every Xmas for the last few years Nanna has been telling me she won't be here for the next Xmas. I laugh, and tell her she'll be around forever. I'm hoping she'll be here for this one now.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Job Description for Mother


A woman named Emily renewing her driver's license at the Transport office was asked by the clerk to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. "What I mean is," explained the clerk, "do you have a job, or are you just a ......?
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily.
"I'm a Mum."
"We don't list 'Mum' as an occupation...... 'housewife' covers it," said the clerk emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our local police station. 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, 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 programme 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 bloody 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 girl's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
When I got home, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 10, 7, and 3. Upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby), in the child-development programme, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had triumphed over bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mum."

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".

Thursday, November 10, 2005

From the Mouths of Babes

I received this today in one of those forwarded emails and just had to put it up here. I'm horrified that this may be a true story!

You've got to love this little girl.
What a fine woman/wife she'll make.

A teacher asked her class, "What do you want out of life?"

A little girl in the back row raised her hand and said, "All I
want out of life is four little animals."

The teacher asked, "Really and what four little animals would that be,
sugar?"

The little girl said, "A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage,
a tiger in the bed and of course, I'll need a jackass to pay for all of
it."

The teacher fainted.

Clever, yes, but from the "mouths of babes" I doubt it. Unless children are no longer innocent!

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