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Acknowledging the daily hard work of women

My grandmother was a laundress. Call her a washerwoman if you like. I say she was the backbone of our family, one of many hardworking women.

For decades Clara took in people’s grimy clothes, sheets and towels. They were washed, ironed, folded, then placed in bags to return to their proper owners. My grandmother was famous for her work. Neighbors and customers were in amazement that even her discarded house rags were snow white and stain free. No one knew how she did it, and Clara wouldn’t share her secret.

Often overlooked for her contributions to the family’s construction business, it was laundry money that helped with payroll when the company could not. Her burden was heavy, and Clara was not given much gratitude. No doubt, without her efforts, the construction business would have collapsed.

On days that went especially well, she would squirrel away a few dollars for herself. I never knew what Grandma did with that money, but I suspect she bought her grandchildren presents.

The laundress

My mind goes to her often these days as I walk along the tiny sois (alleys) in Chiang Mai, Thailand, taking our laundry to a laundress. Fees here run from 20 to 35 baht (50-85 cents US) per kilo. As I walk to my particular washwoman’s house, the paved road narrows, twists, and finally turns into a dirt walking path. I pass three or four other households offering the same service on this walk.

Washing is done by hand or by machine, but no one has a dryer. Children and dogs are everywhere and so is laundry. It hangs on fences, tree limbs, rope lines and some lucky families have a metal support. 

Each time I come to her home, Pot and I are glad to see each other. I give money to have my laundry cleaned, ironed and folded, and with this payment she feeds her family.

Pot’s business is open every day rain or shine. My small gift to her is that I never ask for same day service, and for this she is grateful. We always have smiles for each other as Pot takes my soiled clothing, weighs it, and then gives me both a price and a cardboard number. “Pope-ken-mai, Poo-nee” I say as I leave. (“See you tomorrow…”)

No one seems to help Pot with the business, either. Her husband appeared hopelessly lost when I came calling one afternoon, number  in hand… The children sit in front of the TV and call out so she knows I am there.

Neither fatigue nor distress show on her face. She gets to be at home with her children, and is proud to be productive in the family unit.

The internet cafe

Women of varying ages raise their children through small businesses everywhere. One particularly light-hearted woman runs an internet cafe, which provides internet access to the public, down the street from my laundress. With three children including a brand new baby, Ticky runs the shop downstairs, while her family’s private rooms are upstairs. Practicing and learning English with customers or through online chat rooms, she also translates love letters from her Thai girlfriends to their foreign boyfriends via email. On occasion, she will ask me to interpret something for her, and in this way I get to learn the English versions of unique Thai phrases.

Ticky is young, beautiful, meticulous about her appearance, warm, loyal, industrious — and single. I originally found her because a friend told me she was open for business on Sundays when other internet shops often close. There is no day off when you are supporting your children.

The restaurant 

Another woman we know runs a restaurant. Everyone thinks they can do this and do it well, but we have seen those folks come and go. They get fatigued, bored, don’t manage their money, or their restaurant gets dirty and customer attention drops off. Ong has been there for years. Her prices are a bit higher than other places, but she puts fresh flowers on the tables, repaints her restaurant when needed, and makes consistently delicious foods. Ong, too, is single, and her son lives with his father in a town hundreds of miles away. She sends her boy packages and sees him maybe twice a year.

Although her smile and laugh light up the room, I see tedium and loneliness cross her brow on occasion. 

No glass ceiling on respect

Women worldwide quietly and with little glamour, support their families and raise their children. This has been going on for centuries. It’s what we women do. There are countless stories like these, and perhaps you know similar examples in your own experience.

Filling my life with outrage or getting churned up from perceived hardships or inequities doesn’t help anyone. However, there is no glass ceiling on respect, and it doesn’t cost me a dime to gratefully acknowledge a service being given to me.

Perhaps the next time you are in line at the grocery store, or dropping off your dry cleaning you could consider a different tack. Instead of having a cell phone glued to your ear, or impatiently ignoring the clerk tallying up your items, take an esteemed look at the person in front of you. Make eye contact. Call her by name. Ask how her day is going.

She could be the backbone of her family, and the generous gift of recognition that you give to her could be just the payment she needs.

 

About the Author

Akaisha Kaderli and her husband, Billy, are recognized retirement experts and internationally published authors on topics of finance, medical tourism and world travel. With the wealth of information they share on their award winning website RetireEarlyLifestyle.com, they have been helping people achieve their own retirement dreams since 1991. They wrote the popular books, The Adventurer’s Guide to Early Retirement and Your Retirement Dream IS Possible available on their website bookstore or on Amazon.com.

November 1, 2017

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  1. Geri Blackwelder says:

    I would like to recognize my mother, a hard working woman, married right after WWII. Her home was always spotless, meals were always good and we were always cared for and dressed in clean and usually home made clothing. In addition to this, she worked in the fields beside my father, driving trucks, combines and tractors, coming home at night to put dinner on the table.. when we weren’t staying with grandma and grandpa, we were playing paper dolls along the edge of the fields, running to wave at her each time she made a round, so she knew we were ok. Strong woman!

  2. LeAna Gale says:

    Loved It!

    • Akaisha Kaderli says:

      Thank you, LeAna, for taking the time to read this. We all have history to cherish. Wishing you my best!

  3. Deborah Cacho says:

    This is a highly relevant article. I get so angry when I witness the rudeness most clerks, gardeners, waitresses, and cleaning people take for granted. I often wish I could knock the cell phones out of people’s hands. When I am in a grocery line behind such a person I try to take a few extra seconds, chat with the clerk, and apologize for the rude behavior of the
    previous person. A few weeks ago I was horrified at the treatment a woman was receiving while giving out food samples at Costco. I found a manager and complained. It turned out
    that the customer had complained about the clerk and she was on probation. He continued to go after her. I don’t know what happened but the young woman continues to work and gives me a wonderful smile when I see her.

    We all life busy lives. One of the many problems today is that people have become extremely self-centered. We are not alone in this world. PLEASE take the time to put yourself in other’s shoes and take the seconds to acknowledge those who help you!!!!

  4. Colleen says:

    Well written and appreciated!

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