I don’t know how I managed to goof up so bad, but several of the newspaper I send this column to every week didn’t get it when I emailed it off last Monday. Oh well, there wasn’t anything earth shattering in it anyway, but I still haven’t figured out how it disappeared into cyberspace.
The weather was warm and sunny this week, with a howling wind last Monday. We got a little sprinkle Saturday night that left .04 hundredths in the rain gauge and as I write this on Monday it’s sprinkling again. The weatherman claims we have a chance of getting some rain every day next week. Let’s hope he’s right, because the prairie is getting pretty dry.
We lost a dear friend Monday night. Doug Jensen was only 63 when he passed away suddenly that evening. Doug didn’t like big public gatherings and didn’t want a funeral, so his family held a reception in his honor Saturday afternoon at the ranch. This has been a tough week for the Jensen and Wammen families. Doug’s aunt, Colleen (Jensen) Wammen died Thursday after suffering a stroke. We haven’t heard anything about services for Colleen yet. Our sympathy goes out to these wonderful families. Doug and Colleen are really going to be missed.
Casey hauled a load of dry cows to the sale barn Wednesday morning. Rone and Starla Jenson branded that afternoon so as soon as Casey got home he and Taz went up to help with the branding. Reub built another raised bed garden for me. Wednesday afternoon he set it up close to the other two that they built last year and dumped in a load of manure to fertilize it.
Reub had his appointment with Mary Eggebo Thursday afternoon and while were in Hettinger we picked up several sacks of garden soil to finish filling the new raised bed garden.
Casey, Missy, and Amanda went to the track meet in Lemmon Friday. Reub and Taz spent all day fencing up to our Horse Creek pasture and I got the new garden planted while everyone was gone.
A huge crowd of friends and family gathered in Buffalo for the Harding County graduation ceremonies on Saturday. Lanie, Matt and Trace came down from Dickinson and Bryce came home from Chadron for graduation and the high school rodeo in Faith on Sunday.
Our granddaughter Brinley graduated from Western Dakota Tech in Practical Nursing on Saturday and we weren’t able to attend both graduations at the same time. Sunday was Mother’s Day and after church we drove to Newell to have lunch with Sandy Dan and Lorri. After lunch we went to Thad and Angie’s west of Bear Butte to celebrate Brinley’s graduation. Kanon was also home from college, so we celebrated Brinley’s graduation and Mother’s Day over supper at their house.
Being a mom isn’t an easy job and we hope every mother had a very happy Mother’s Day. In their honor, I’ll share this story I got from Bill and Becky Holt:
Just A Mom…
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 don’t know. The words simply popped out. “I’m a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.”
The clerk paused, ballpoint 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 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 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.”
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.”
Motherhood! What a glorious career – especially when there’s a title on the door!