“WORKING MOTHER” is essential – the maternal value of women has cradled ancient & western civilization: therefore, they deserved our respect.

“WORKING MOTHER” is essential – the maternal value of women has cradled ancient & western civilization: therefore, they deserved our respect

Please read the concise description of the following in keeping with the theme of Valuable Services; Valuable Lives: Everyday People Making an Extraordinary Impact:

The Social Worker

With a two-foot pile of paperwork atop her already crowded desk, social worker Michiko Tawara rummages through a drawer to find a bottle of correction fluid. At the same time, she answers the phone, which has been ringing nonstop for the past three hours, ever since she walked into her windowless midtown Manhattan office at 8:00 a.m.

The caller, Thomas, is one of her many alcoholic patients and he is in the middle of a meltdown. A half hour later, while still talking with Thomas, she finally locates the correction fluid she needs to fix the information she wrote on the state-funding form that postmarked today.

She completes the form and continues to talk to Thomas while attempting to sift through 50 new e-mails that arrived in her inbox this morning. Then the other line rings. It’s her 2:00 p.m. appointment, wondering if she can come in earlier, in 45 minutes. The patient says that she has to go to her chiropractor because she threw her back out, and 2:00 is the only time he has open. “That’s fine, Tasha,” Michiko says, as she eyes her planner with a day full of appointments and meetings. She will have to rearrange lunch with her mother, Michiko thinks, as she returns to her call with the distressed Thomas.

Twenty minutes later, after urging Thomas to attend his Alcoholics Anonymous meeting that evening, she proceeds to call her mother, while simultaneously delving into two boxes of folders and files that have sat next to her desk for the past three months. To answer one of the e-mails, she needs to find that Jacobsen file. Her mother is not happy with Michiko’s cancellation.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” Michiko says, “but this patient is in extreme need of counseling. She’s both anorexic and bulimic. She’s in a very fragile state right now. At least I saw you last weekend, and I’ll be coming by later this week. Plus, for me to come to Kew Gardens is inconvenient.” It would help if Mom would come into Manhattan once in a while, Michiko thinks to herself.

Lines begin to form on Michiko’s smooth face, as she furrows her brow, listening to her mother’s strident voice: “Michiko, I don’t understand why you work so hard. You should find a job that pays better to save more money.

You can barely pay the mortgage each month. And how on earth are you going to find a husband when you never leave the office? When I was your age….”

“Mom,” Michiko hastily interjects, “I don’t work that late, I go out at night, my money is my business, and I am fine, financially and otherwise. Things are different than they were in your time. Why don’t you go out with Dad to the tennis club? You always feel better after hitting some balls.”

And when you can focus on something other than your only child’s finances and marriage prospects, Michiko wearily thinks as she feels her blood pressure rising.

Her mother’s response is a dial tone. Great, Michiko mutters. She’s back to hanging up on people. I think she needs some counseling herself. A knock on her door interrupts her frustrated thoughts. “Michiko,” says an agitated voice. “Can I see you for a moment?” It’s her boss, Kathy

“Sure, Kath. What’s up?” Michiko replies. “One of your former patients, Sheila Foster, committed an assault and battery,” Kathy relays. “Her lawyer is requesting that you testify that she was emotionally distraught at the time because her husband left her.”

“Who did she attack?” Michiko asks warily, running her fingers through her sleek bob. “Oh, the woman her husband left her for,” Kathy says. “Sheila hit her leg with her briefcase. The woman is pressing charges and doesn’t seem intent on backing down.”

“But patient confidentiality—” Michiko begins to say. “I know,” Kathy says, “but they are not looking for specifics—just a general statement. You could give it at the deposition so you won’t have to go to the courthouse. It could protect Sheila from doing any jail time.”

“The charges are that serious?” “Evidently, yes.” Kathy says, “Rumor has it that the woman has some connections with the prosecutor. But who knows. Just think about it. I need an answer by tomorrow morning. I’ve got to run.”

“OK,” Michiko says, sighing. “I’ll think about it.” But that too will have to wait, because just then the receptionist calls to let Michiko know that Tasha has arrived. Michiko makes her way to the waiting room and greets Tasha, smiling warmly. “I’m glad you could make it today, Tasha. Come right in.”

It’s this sincere compassion, composure under duress, and commitment that makes Michiko and all the other social workers worthwhile persons in more ways than a million!

Remember also the:

  • Home health aide
  • Lifeguard
  • Medical secretary
  • X-ray technician and all those who work for your health!

They are each worthwhile persons in more ways than a million!

Simeon Johnson, contributing member of society in good standing!