Earning Titles, Part Two

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Here is the second of two posts I wrote some years ago. 

The most precious title I have earned is mom.  I wanted that to be clear since that is not the title I am going to write about today and my children follow this blog.

In recent months I have been in several conversations about how titles are used.  I have learned many women in my field struggle to have people remember or recognize their official titles, especially if they are a Rev. Dr.  This title means they completed a Master of Divinity degree and the ordination requirements of their denomination (Rev.) and a Doctor of Ministry or PhD (Dr.).  A number of the women have shared how their male colleagues do not have this problem, they are often called Rev. Dr. or Dr. if they have earned that title, both in written correspondence and introductions.  The ease by which our male colleagues receive recognition for their titles is often one of those things chosen to let slide because there are many other things to put energy into changing.  This seems especially true of the women who are married and are routinely referred to Mrs. or Mrs. “husband’s name.”  This lack of use of our titles feels like minimizing all the work that went into earning those titles.  To put it more personally, being referred to as Mrs. or Mrs. “my husband’s name” ties all my worth up in the person I married.

Almost fifteen years ago I earned the title Rev. when I was ordained as Minister of Word and Sacrament.  Eight years ago I earned that elusive title of Dr. after finishing a Doctor of Ministry program at the University of Dubuque Theological Seminary.  Almost no one calls me by my official title of Rev. Dr. or a shortened version of Rev. or Dr.  For the most part I do not mind because I prefer people to call me by my first name.  I serve as a pastor in a community full of multiple generations and long ago assured people they could call me by my first name or my title as they were comfortable.  I have delighted in being introduced by members of our worshipping community as “my pastor” which changed to “my pastor, the Rev. Dr.” after my graduation.  The pride in the voices of those who helped me achieve a childhood dream of earning a doctorate never ceases to make me smile and blush.

Earning a doctorate was a dream that kept me going through years when my world seemed to be limited to choosing between a cash job that would get me into legal trouble if ever the IRS found out, or a legal job that would pay minimum wage but never be enough to pay the bills, especially if I became the statistic others thought I would be by having a child before I was old enough to vote or buy alcohol.  I earned three degrees, BSW, MSW, MDiv, and the title Rev. while holding this dream and struggling against expectations of my failure.  I earned the MDiv, Rev., and DMin/Dr., with my husband by my side, proofreading all my papers, and listening to me talk through all the research and reading, all while taking care of our family so I could realize this childhood dream.

At my graduations and ordination it was my husband by my side, smiling the biggest, and proudly introducing me with my newest title.  He was such a part of my earning my doctorate that I told him I wished I could share the title with him.  He responded with some words about enjoying the fact that I had earned the title and the question, “Is there a doctor in the house?”  I smiled, laughed, and blushed at the pride in his voice.

The titles we earn are more than letters, they are symbols of what we came through to earn that title.  They are like stretch marks from pregnancy, laugh lines from years of joy, or scars from healed injuries.  They are evidence we have learned, changed, and been made into something new.  I think that is why it is so important to me, and maybe to others, that we be recognized by the titles we have earned, not the titles of our spouse.  And maybe that is why our spouses are the first to introduce us by our titles, because they know how much history those letters hold.

I defied expectations by achieving the improbable dream of earning a doctorate and though I do not long to be called Rev. Dr. or Dr. on a daily basis, I do admit to feeling a sense of immense achievement each time I hear those titles.

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