her name is gladys...she worked for me for quite a while...back when i was married and had money... she could clean my place like something out of the twilight zone...when she was finished everything looked brand spanking new...but i'm getting side tracked... gladys is the mother of 4 kids and uneducated... but i've never met anyone who has inspired me more... she firstly takes pride in her work... she doesn't care that her job is to clean other people's houses... it's her job and she's proud of it...
she's brought up four very difficult kids, all who has 2.4 illegitimate kids who she also cares for... i always left her food to eat, and every single thing i left her she would take home, to share with her kids and her grand kids, so that nobody goes hungry... she earns minimum wages but still have managed to build herself a house, not a shack, a house with bricks, a proper roof, windows and doors.... gladys become my friend... she is such a cheerful and funny person... an example...
when i had jay i picked up 20 kg with my pregnancy, not a pretty sight right...so when i came out of hospital, bloated, with a huge mummy tummy (lovely picture i'm painting here hehe) with hormones pouring out of every exit they could find... all i wanted to hear was...
that is most beautiful baby in the whole damn world sugar...!!
you did real good...
bless you and let me kiss your feet...
but when gladys saw me the first time...she said, and i quote
“hauw sussie you are really fat now hey?”... after which i promptly burst out in tears...poor gladys felt bad for months after that... but it was the best thing anybody could have said to me... bless her heart... there are so many more gladys's out there in our country, woman who sacrifice their all so that their children can have the future they never had...and gladys my darling, your my hero...you've taught me to be grateful for everything, to smile every day and to do the best you can always...and that is a good lesson to learn don't u think?
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an awesome lesson indeed... gladys definitely doesn't see the world through rose tinted glasses and we need people like that...!
This is SO very very true. I don't know how they come to work smiling..every day.
It RAINED here yesterday. My maids blankets and clothes all soaked. (I didn't know this) Yet, this morning, here she is - smile on her face
I love people like that:-) they make you smile by being realistic about everything!
I almost had a heartattack when i finally managed to open you blog....I thought the eye had finally found me or something.....breath in, breath ou
angel: indeed, so true hey?!
mel: i know, makes me feel like a very spoiled brat most of the times...
ruby: wmahahahahahahahah...sorry doll, angel's gonna help me to make the eye a little less intimidating, but aint it the coolest eye you've EVER seen???!!!
Hahaha, you spoiled brat! You should change your blog to "Spoiled Brat with a Sweet Ass"!
BTW - Love your eye, and the blog header is cool too!
glug: wait till i start to wink with that cool eye *wink*wink*!!
maybe i should call my blog "sweet brat with a spoiled ass"... nah!
Oh Gladys, you unsung hero! Where were you when all the people I came home to after having a baby said, "You can now kiss sleep goodbye!" She sounds fantastic. I hope she is doing well.
Some people are amazing. I once worked as a dishwasher and was amazed by how fast the old-timer dishwasher guy flew through the work.
He was a real pro.
Nice one! Gladys reminds me of a wonderful angel woman working for my mom. She's amazing and definitely a big part of the family in every way. Possibly my mom's best friend.
I swear on my mother I had a cleaning lady named Helena that did the same thing to me. I mean she told me my face was too fat, but you get the idea. Actually, come to think of it, it's not the same at all, because I've never had a baby and I have no excuse for putting on any weight at all. So, um...forget my comment.
p.s. that eye still catches me off guard when I open your page. *theme to the twilight zone*
Okay, I just have to ask this question and get it overwith (I'm sure I'm not the first)... is that really your ass? I would say that I have a rather nice ass, better than most, but dear heavens it looks nothing like that! How is that a real ass? My husband would never leave me alone if my ass looked like that.
bridge: she's doing great, we still have contact!
m@: cool, and that is such a horrible job to do!
sheriss: i know what you mean, angels everywhere!
curious: i can't get enough of that damn eye... luckily it's a bit smaller now
michelle hix: of course that's my ass!!!! no doll, seriously, if i had a ass like that i would walk on my hands everywhere, i shit you not!
I had a similar conversation with Portia (my Glays) *smile* last night when we looked at the kids reports... it is her hard work that helps shape my children, along with mine... but she is the one who fetches them from school, makes the lunch, helps with what homework she can and I told her, she can be proud!
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