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We have talked about how not teaching your children about money or frugality can hurt them. See thread "Momma don't let your children grow up to be Greebo's"
But on the flip side were you hurt by your parents frugality or have your children been hurt by yours? Share your story.
Here is mine
My parents frugality was by choice not need. I was hurt by my parents frugality. It was a defining moment in my development and I'm sure they don't even remember it or see it as a defining moment.
I was about 8 or 9. My Grandfather had let me take pictures with his camera while visiting them. The pictures ended up being good so he suggested to my father that a camera would be a nice present for my birthday. I received that year the kind that took that other kind of film not 35 mm. It was the kind that had a disposable flash also. Which they forgot to buy. LOL I received the camera, a film cartridge, and a promise that they would develop the film when it was finished.
The next day I headed outside ( no flash yet) with my dolls and took their pictures. I spent about two hours doing so. Was feeling quite proud of myself. As I was heading to going inside my mom met me at the door and asked what I was doing. I told her that I had finished the film and wondered when we could take it in to be developed.
My mom became so angry she wouldn't let me in the door. But kept me outside while she lectured me from the door about how wasteful I had been and how expensive film development was and how mad my father was going to be at me. She had me wait outside on the porch until dad came home.
After a few more hours in the hot summer sun. She decided I could wait inside at the kitchen table for Dad. When he got there she told him how I had just quickly clicked through the film and wasted it. I got another lecture similar to mom's. My punishment was to pay for the development myself. And that dad and I would have to sit down together and look at the pictures when they came back so I could learn why it had been so wasteful.
When the film came back the pictures were good and well thought out posed pictures. Definitively, good for my first role of film. So Dad said "that must have taken you a long time" I told him two hours. We talked about why I had taken some pictures that were similar. I told him I wanted to see which ones looked the best.
My dad was impressed and apologized for the lecture on just snapping away and how proud he was of me. He bought me two films and some flashes. My mom secretly pulled me aside and reminded me not to be wasteful. I never finished those rolls of film. I was afraid of being wasteful.
Fast forward to 8th grade I took photography for an elective. We had a photo assignment we had to take certain types of pictures and had a week to finish them in. Then we would learn how to development them in the dark room. While working on the assignment that would be graded. I was snapping away. Mom gave me a lecture about how wasteful it was to go though a film in a week and she was only allowing me to do it because it was a assignment and because I was developing them at school so it wasn't going to cost anything. From that role of film I won a few ribbons and at the county fair. One photo even won another contest and went with a traveling exhibit. Two roles of film ever completed and I was winning awards. But nothing ever progressed from there as I was afraid of being wasteful. I still don't take many pictures to this day. I always wonder what would have happened or could have been if I had been encouraged to hone my skill instead of being afraid of being wasteful.
The lecture had been so defining that I became so afraid of wasting anything. Even to this day it is still such a part of how I am. Example I have a bottle of lotion ( I have one bottle at a time) and I have had it three years. I tend to be so sparing with it that it doesn't stop the cracked hands or dry feet. Hubby keep trying to get me to use more. I like perfume but never finish bottles given to me because I don't want to be wasteful.
I wonder how any times something we say or don't say affects who are children become. I sometimes wonder if we even know we did it when it happens.
But on the flip side were you hurt by your parents frugality or have your children been hurt by yours? Share your story.
Here is mine
My parents frugality was by choice not need. I was hurt by my parents frugality. It was a defining moment in my development and I'm sure they don't even remember it or see it as a defining moment.
I was about 8 or 9. My Grandfather had let me take pictures with his camera while visiting them. The pictures ended up being good so he suggested to my father that a camera would be a nice present for my birthday. I received that year the kind that took that other kind of film not 35 mm. It was the kind that had a disposable flash also. Which they forgot to buy. LOL I received the camera, a film cartridge, and a promise that they would develop the film when it was finished.
The next day I headed outside ( no flash yet) with my dolls and took their pictures. I spent about two hours doing so. Was feeling quite proud of myself. As I was heading to going inside my mom met me at the door and asked what I was doing. I told her that I had finished the film and wondered when we could take it in to be developed.
My mom became so angry she wouldn't let me in the door. But kept me outside while she lectured me from the door about how wasteful I had been and how expensive film development was and how mad my father was going to be at me. She had me wait outside on the porch until dad came home.
After a few more hours in the hot summer sun. She decided I could wait inside at the kitchen table for Dad. When he got there she told him how I had just quickly clicked through the film and wasted it. I got another lecture similar to mom's. My punishment was to pay for the development myself. And that dad and I would have to sit down together and look at the pictures when they came back so I could learn why it had been so wasteful.
When the film came back the pictures were good and well thought out posed pictures. Definitively, good for my first role of film. So Dad said "that must have taken you a long time" I told him two hours. We talked about why I had taken some pictures that were similar. I told him I wanted to see which ones looked the best.
My dad was impressed and apologized for the lecture on just snapping away and how proud he was of me. He bought me two films and some flashes. My mom secretly pulled me aside and reminded me not to be wasteful. I never finished those rolls of film. I was afraid of being wasteful.
Fast forward to 8th grade I took photography for an elective. We had a photo assignment we had to take certain types of pictures and had a week to finish them in. Then we would learn how to development them in the dark room. While working on the assignment that would be graded. I was snapping away. Mom gave me a lecture about how wasteful it was to go though a film in a week and she was only allowing me to do it because it was a assignment and because I was developing them at school so it wasn't going to cost anything. From that role of film I won a few ribbons and at the county fair. One photo even won another contest and went with a traveling exhibit. Two roles of film ever completed and I was winning awards. But nothing ever progressed from there as I was afraid of being wasteful. I still don't take many pictures to this day. I always wonder what would have happened or could have been if I had been encouraged to hone my skill instead of being afraid of being wasteful.
The lecture had been so defining that I became so afraid of wasting anything. Even to this day it is still such a part of how I am. Example I have a bottle of lotion ( I have one bottle at a time) and I have had it three years. I tend to be so sparing with it that it doesn't stop the cracked hands or dry feet. Hubby keep trying to get me to use more. I like perfume but never finish bottles given to me because I don't want to be wasteful.
I wonder how any times something we say or don't say affects who are children become. I sometimes wonder if we even know we did it when it happens.