Maids don’t have maids…

Maids don’t have maids…

 

No one says, as a child, “when I grow up, I want to be a maid.” That’s not a job many people aspire to have. Maids do the dirty work. They clean up after people. They make sure the living conditions of others is comfortable. Often times its a disgusting, exhausting, thankless job. Wealthy employer throws a soiree. The guests are enamored by the beautiful space. Everything lovely; neatly in its place. The host offers a simple thank you in response to their compliments. They may even go into the history of how they acquired a wonderful piece of art. They do not, however, mention the maid. “Yes, the maid does a fabulous job at making sure my home is clean” No…that surely is not the response many would have. The maid does not get the credit. No (public) accolades will come her way. Nothing. Why? It’s her job. It’s what she’s supposed to do, isn’t it?

 

After a long days work of doing and being for others, the maid goes home. She returns to her own humble abode to breakfast dishes in the sink. Ironing board still out from having pressed her uniform. Makeup and toothpaste residue on the bathroom sink. Bed unmade. Basket full of laundry. What a mess…
Who will clean up after her? Who will make sure her home is presentable? Who will clean and sanitize, vacuum for the maid?

 

The maid has no maid…No, the maid must be a maid to herself as well.
An exhausting job. A never ending job. One that is so important, it can’t be left undone. But who? Who takes care of the maid? Who supports the supporter? What a lonely thing it is to always be for others, and not have anyone to be for you. How emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually draining to give of yourself until there’s nothing left, and still have to muster up the strength to give to yourself also. Because…who will be a maid for the maid…