{"id":5344,"date":"2016-07-31T04:00:32","date_gmt":"2016-07-31T11:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/?p=5344"},"modified":"2019-05-03T14:48:06","modified_gmt":"2019-05-03T21:48:06","slug":"everyone-has-a-maid-or-two-or-three","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/philippines\/everyone-has-a-maid-or-two-or-three\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Everyone&#8221; Has a Maid (or Two or Three)."},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_5352\" style=\"width: 515px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/nellie-and-rose-001\/\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5352\" data-attachment-id=\"5352\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/philippines\/everyone-has-a-maid-or-two-or-three\/attachment\/nellie-and-rose-001\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/Nellie-and-Rose-001-e1468448513977.jpg?fit=505%2C444&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"505,444\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Nellie and Rose 001\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;the maid helping out at the amusement park&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/Nellie-and-Rose-001-e1468448513977.jpg?fit=1024%2C775&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"wp-image-5352 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/Nellie-and-Rose-001-e1468448513977.jpg?resize=505%2C444\" alt=\"Nellie and R\" width=\"505\" height=\"444\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-5352\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Nellie and R<\/p><\/div>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong>Back home, I was an independent woman. I did my own house cleaning, washed the clothes, cared for the kids, weeded the garden, mowed the lawn &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>No pizza delivery for us, no take-out, no supermarket deli food. We cooked our own meals. That\u2019s just the way things were for an ordinary American in 1971.<\/p>\n<p>Then my husband got a job in the Philippines. He&#8217;d lived there before, so he prepared me for some of the changes we were going to experience. For one thing, he said, almost everyone there has maids. So, yes, I was expecting we\u2019d have one too \u2026 eventually.<\/p>\n<p>The wife of my husband\u2019s boss had another idea. In the hospitable way of many Asians, Dr. and Mrs. H met us at the airport and invited us to dinner at their house. After feeding us a home-cooked Chinese dinner, Mrs. H introduced us to her maid and her maid\u2019s highly recommended cousin, Nellie. If we wanted to hire Nellie on a trial basis, she said, she could be at our apartment as early as the following morning.<\/p>\n<p>We agreed. (We could hardly say no to the boss\u2019s wife.) And the following morning the new maid joined us at our temporary residence, an apartment-hotel in Makati. You wouldn\u2019t think anyone would need a maid in the confines of an apartment-hotel, and yet, all the apartments had maids\u2019 rooms off the kitchens.<\/p>\n<p>I liked Nellie. She was cheerful and cute, and though she was only twenty-two years old, she\u2019d been a maid since she was fourteen. She wanted me to know that she was smart, second in her sixth-grade class. But being the third of nine children, she had to work to help support her family.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d forgotten all these details about her age and education and the number of children in her family until I started going through the letters I sent home to my family, letters my mom saved and eventually gave to me.<\/p>\n<p>I did remember my first day with Nellie, though, how I tried to get her to sit down and eat lunch with me. I couldn\u2019t imagine us eating in separate rooms. It didn\u2019t seem right.<\/p>\n<p>For Nellie, on the other hand, it didn\u2019t seem right for us to eat together. We could talk after lunch, but she would eat in the kitchen.<\/p>\n<p>It took me a while to get used to our new way of life, one that was more normal for Nellie than for me.<\/p>\n<p>Since our shipment wasn&#8217;t due to arrive for months, I had lots of shopping to do. With three young children\u2014a month-old baby and a two- and a three-year-old\u2014 shopping in a strange, crowded, hot city without a car would have been a monumental task. Having an always-available babysitter made life a lot easier.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_390\" style=\"width: 524px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/china\/live-in-maids\/attachment\/nellie-001\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-390\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-390\" data-attachment-id=\"390\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/china\/live-in-maids\/attachment\/nellie-001\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Nellie-001-e1468290427774.jpg?fit=514%2C422&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"514,422\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Nellie 001\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;Nellie and the girls&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Nellie-001-e1468290427774.jpg?fit=1024%2C840&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"size-full wp-image-390\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Nellie-001-e1468290427774.jpg?resize=514%2C422\" alt=\"Nellie and the girls\" width=\"514\" height=\"422\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-390\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Nellie and the girls<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Fortunately, Nellie loved kids, especially the baby. We had one point of contention, though. I wanted to nurse the baby; she enjoyed feeding her. Invariably, I&#8217;d return from an afternoon of shopping to find that the baby had already been fed\u2014usually a raw egg stirred into hot rice gruel.<\/p>\n<p>I can hear you young mothers gasping. Your pediatrician never would have allowed such a dish for a one-month-old. But R grew fat and healthy on it \u2026 maybe a little too pudgy.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/culture\/the-magic-of-mothers-milk\/attachment\/001-5-2\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-562\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"562\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/culture\/the-magic-of-mothers-milk\/attachment\/001-5-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/001-51-e1468361458951.jpg?fit=433%2C517&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"433,517\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"baby Rose, fat\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/001-51-e1468361458951.jpg?fit=1024%2C744&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-562\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/001-51-e1468361458951.jpg?resize=433%2C517\" alt=\"baby Rose, fat\" width=\"433\" height=\"517\" \/><\/a>Next week I\u2019ll explain why we decided we needed <em>more<\/em> than one maid. Really, we did. You\u2019ll see why.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/writing\/187\/attachment\/my-signature\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-443\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"443\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/writing\/187\/attachment\/my-signature\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/my-signature.png?fit=189%2C62&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"189,62\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"my signature\" data-image-description=\"&lt;p&gt;my signature&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/my-signature.png?fit=189%2C62&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-443\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/my-signature.png?resize=189%2C62\" alt=\"my signature\" width=\"189\" height=\"62\" \/><\/a>(See also: <a href=\"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/philippines\/the-letters-my-mom-saved\/\">The Letters My Mom Saved<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/china\/live-in-maids\/\">Live-in Maids<\/a>.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0Back home, I was an independent woman. I did my own house cleaning, washed the clothes, cared for the kids, weeded the garden, mowed the lawn &#8230; No pizza delivery for us, no take-out, no supermarket deli food. We cooked our own meals. That\u2019s just the way things were for an ordinary American in 1971. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1340,155,1317,177,148],"tags":[1321,1320,1318,1319,1027],"class_list":["post-5344","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-expatriate-life","category-family","category-maids","category-parenting","category-philippines","tag-babysitting","tag-benefits-of-having-a-maid","tag-independent-woman-hires-maid","tag-large-families-in-the-philippines","tag-manila-philippines"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3Kn1e-1oc","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":5365,"url":"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/philippines\/two-maids-really\/","url_meta":{"origin":5344,"position":0},"title":"Two Maids? 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