One day, a woman named Anne was renewing your driver's license.

When asked what was her profession, she hesitated. Not sure how to classify.

The official insisted: What I wonder is if you have a job.

Of course I have a job, exclaimed Anne. I am a mother.

We do not consider it a job. I'll put housewife, the official said coldly.

One of her friends named Martha heard of this and wondered about for some time.

On any given day, she found herself in a similar situation. The person who answered was a career clerk, safe, efficient.

The form seemed huge, endless.

The first question was: What is your occupation?

Martha thought a little and not quite knowing how, she replied:

I am a PhD in child development and human relations.

The clerk paused and Martha needed to repeat slowly, emphasizing the most significant words.

Once she have recorded it all, the young clerk dared to ask:

Can I ask what do you do exactly?

Without any trace of excitement in her  voice, calmly, Marta explained:

I develop a long-term program, inside and outside my home.

Thinking of her family, she continued: I am responsible for a team and I have already four projects. I work in a full-time basis. The degree of requirement is fourteen hours per day, sometimes up to twenty-four hours.

As she described her responsibilities, Martha noticed the increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice, which filled the entire form with the data provided.

When she returned home, Martha was received by his team: a girl with thirteen, other with seven and one with three years old.

Climbing to the top floor of the house, she could hear his newest project, a baby of six months, testing a new tone of voice.

Happy, Marta took the baby in her arms and thought about the glory of motherhood, with multiple responsibilities. And endless hours of dedication.

Mom, where are my shoes? Mother, help me to do homework? Mother, the baby does not  stop crying. Mother, will you pick me up at school?

Mom, will you watch my dance? Mom, do you buy? Mom…

Sitting up in her bed, Martha thought: If she was a doctor in child development and human relations, what would be the grandparents?

And soon found a title for them: Senior doctors in child development and human relations.

Great-grandmothers, Senior executive doctors.

Aunts, Assistants doctors.

And all women, mothers, wives, girlfriends and partners: Doctors in the art of making life better.

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In the world in which titles are important, in which it is required ever greater specialization, in the professional area, become yourself an expert in the art of loving.

As a great master, teach your children, through your example, the unsurpassed art of expressing feelings.

Teach the difficult art of interpreting baby crying and drying teenager tears.

Exemplify the resignation, patience and diplomacy. And reap, victorious at the end of each day, the rewards of your efforts, in the hugs from your children and in the spontaneity of their expressions of affection.

Spiritist Moment Team, based on a
text of an unknown author.
June 4.2013.