What I remember may not be wholly accurate.
Fortunately, my parents and all my siblings
are willing and able to correct me. I wish to tell a story not expose skeletons
or rub salt in wounds. It’s all good
family, ok?
My parents haven’t figured out how to comment here. I bet my siblings will.
If I need correction, that is.
First of all, I’m the oldest and grayest of the bunch of
aforementioned unruly sibling group.
What? I hadn’t suggested unruly yet?
Well, it’s true.
It’s also true
that I have a faulty memory. Some of that
may be a result of self reliance introducing itself early on, and although it’s
served me well over the years, I suspect my perceptions may have been grounded
in my opinions rather than what was real. Certainly I lack all the details and
we know those change stories.
My sense was that I grew up in a family of means. We weren't the wealthiest in our peer groups,
but we had a big house in a pretty tony neighborhood, newer vehicles, and
abundance of clothes, took a nice family vacation every year, attended several
years of private school, and my mom never failed to fill our cupboards, pantry,
refrigerator and freezer. And, there was
lots of stuff. Stuff for crafts. Stuff called books. Stuff called toys. Stuff in the garage and stuff in the attic.
And, yes dear brothers and sisters, lots of vitamins. *wink*
In spite of this abundance, I have a developed sense of
scarcity from my growing up years. I
easily picture my father’s gray metal desk and his determined and strained look
when he went downstairs to pay bills and balance the checkbook. I remember business deals gone bad and bad
people taking advantage of my good father.
Consumer debt coupled with business debt seemed often poised to crush my
parent’s bank account. My father was and
still is self employed. In hindsight I
recognize the strained look perhaps had as much to do with meeting payroll as
it was providing for his household. He
carries a heavy yoke.
Some of it is just the personality of the home. There are some decided ½ empties in my family
of origin. I’m not one of them. So, if perchance a ½ empty is in charge of
family finances you can understand how he or she might evoke an atmosphere of
caution that translates to scarcity.
This perhaps explains my conflicted feelings of affluence and scarcity.
I have very little memory of dedicated effort toward
building savings on my parent’s
part. That’s likely my memory
problem. My mother was especially gifted
at gathering, and eventually hoarding, change and transforming full jars of
coin into special purchases. I have a
sense that any unplanned and or major financial event was catastrophe just
waiting in the wings. I also remember
dismissing that feeling as I believed my parents would just open another line
of credit, apply for a new credit card, or borrow from a friend or family
member to make it through.
Long before etsy and at home entrepreneurs were the norm, my
mom began an at home business which demanded a great deal of her. When things would be tight at my dad’s office
I think she often helped to keep things afloat.
A mixed blessing of my growing up years was my father’s plan
to teach financial independence to his offspring by the end of 8th
grade. For good or for ill (mixed
reviews here folks), he gathered my mother and me at the dining room table and
outlined that I’d be financially independent beginning in 9th
grade. He’d continue to provide room and
board, I didn’t have to pay a share of utilities, but I was to be on my own for
most everything else. There are
definitely more details, and although it may have been extreme, in the end it
proved very valuable.
I came to adulthood with a developed work ethic, and
capacity to find or generate work. It produced a can-do spirit in me. A resourcefulness and creativity was
born. Finding a deal and developing
adaptations became strengths. I don’t think I’ve struggled with
entitlement. Perhaps just the
opposite. That American ideal of rugged
individualism was a pretty strong current in my financial paradigm.
It also means I came to marriage pretty established in my
ways and assumptions.
Weekend Farmer
Husband is in many ways my opposite, and his financial background from his
family of origin is markedly different.
Saving was the standard. As
employees, his parents were faithful workers and were able to consistently plan
how to use their income. I’ve never met
more dedicated productive workers than Weekend Farmer Husband and his family,
and they served their profession above and beyond what was expected of them.
Weekend Farmer Husband speaks with humble gratitude and immense respect
regarding his parent’s financial training and practices.
The first decade of our marriage was spent completing
degrees and welcoming at least two “surprise” babies in addition to the “planned”
baby into our family. I was working in
my chosen field, but for very little income.
Weekend Farmer Husband kept combining class schedules and work to meet
our needs, and since we had avoided all but the tiniest of student loans, he
and I both eventually graduated with two BA’s and an advanced degree between
the two of us.
And, we established some financial habits. Worry is one of our best skills. Failure to communicate is a close
second. And, loading finances and
financial decisions up with super charged emotional content is a highly
developed skill set for us. Our opposite
natures – one being a planner and one being impulsive, have contributed to all
the above.
Perfect combination for lots of error and misunderstanding.
But, in spite of us, (and isn’t this always the case?), God
has been gentle to us in our shortcomings.
Slowly, in the last 4 years in particular, He’s been
remaking us.
We have some catch up work to do involving medical debt.
Our move from the city to this Green Acres has been costly.
Just when our long term savings account seems to be trending
in the right direction, we experience something catastrophic and we can’t save
as aggressively as we’d like or we have to borrow from ourselves and our future
needs.
But our hearts have been changed.
God has pointed us to the eternal truths about all we have
and what our future holds.
Which means in spite of our mistakes, He has qualified us to
share with you and our children on our next topic, Big Ideas and Important
Principles.
Just early enough that I can still write "Good morning!"
ReplyDeleteAnd I am compelled to relpy, "Good afternoon!"
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