Now I understand why most houses with a fulltime homemaker are more clean that the average one. Spending all that time at home can drive you nuts and force you to clean things that are not even dirty in the first place!
Okay, okay. I am not a housewife so definitely the hypothesis is lame but it sure does feel like I am considering the amount of time I’ve spent at home the past week and I’ve cleaned things that you wouldn’t even dream of putting in one sentence together – and at the same time! Last night, I was attacked by this OC tendency and cleaned the three electric fans I have at home. Three. And right after, I proceeded to clean my makeup brushes. MAKEUP BRUSHES. How about that. Good thing I didn’t use the soap cleaner I used for the fans on my brushes cause that would be totally disgusting.
But being stuck at home the past week has really taught me to appreciate the household help I grew up with. First of all, it’s been yearsssss since I last employed a household help considering that I have been living independently for around 6 years now. Second, do you know how tugh it is to do the laundry?! Those jeans that look oh-so sexy when you were them weighs a ton when soaked on water! Crazy! No wonder my former yaya had those cuts on her arms. I have now discovered the secret to those Jessica Alba-esque triceps. But seriously, chores are tough work. And I haven’t mentioned cleaning the house yet. Ugh, the dust. It’s giving me asthma attacks and making me itch all over. And if that happens to me, im sure our household help experience those too, they just put up with it as a shallow hazard of the work they have.
It’s not easy and at times, it feels a little demeaning even (though why it feels that way is probably our society’s fault) especially when scrubbing toilet bowls and throwing the trash that stinks so bad you can barely carry it outside your kitchen. But it’s honest living Being a household help is also work. Just like the same careers found on those glass-walled buildings in Ayala or Ortigas, the responsibilities and environment is just different.
I, for one, used to be one of those spoiled brats who would shout at the maids and tease them because I thought that since my mom’s paying them to serve my every whim, I am their master, they should obey me. But we all have only one Master and that is the one in heaven, God. Who was I to think I can boss another person around just because I was “paying” them (it’s not even my own money)? I had a lot to learn.
They say that it’s a tough job but someone has to do it. Yes, it’s true. Otherwise, we would all have dusty living rooms, kitchens strewn with rotting fruit peels for the cockroaches to crawl over, mothers unable to go to work because they need to stay home and take care of the kids. I sometimes think it may even be tougher to do all these than the work that I have. Im sure if you ask the help staff you have at home, waiting on someone isn’t exactly what they dreamed up to be when growing up. It’s not like as if they suddenly woke up and realized they wanted to be a yaya when they grow up, right? Most often than not, circumstances have forced them to be where they are now. And it may not change overnight, they may not reach their dreams immediately, but we, who employ them (or even those who doesn’t but interact with them at one time or another) should make things a lot easier, bearable, dignified even because they are willing to do the things we cannot imagine doing, things we ridiculously think are beneath us. And because they are people just like us. Our Savior died for them too.
And unless you’re willing to die on the cross for the household help you employ, then you have absolutely no right treating them as secondary citizens. After all, they’re people and what they’re doing is just another career too.