Very few things drive me as crazy as hearing people complain about money.
In my life- I attribute this to a few things:
1) My parents taught me from a very young age to work. To work hard and do my best. When I didn’t give it my best, I remember my dad referring to it as a “popcorn operation” (I believe thats a phrase only my dad uses).
2) Money wasn’t talked about in our home..we didn’t talk about how much people made or how much things cost.
3) I value things.
I married a pastor who currently works for a non-profit. To say I married for money.. well.. I didn’t. I had no idea what a pastor made. And if you knew what our budget is today.. you might think I’m joking.
Currently we’re trying to sell our house and thinking of possibilities of what’s next. As we walk through decisions, I want to be content. When I look around me I’m not. It’s excessive… the cultural push to get things bigger & better. A larger home has been on my mind.. but then it makes me feel a little sick when I see others who have far less. Since when is 1200 square feet “not enough” for a family of five? Do our kids each need their own rooms?
I recently went through the kids dressers (and bins of clothes in the basement) to see what they needed for the fall/winter. Then I think about the children all over the world who don’t have shoes..much less a dresser to put outfits (being plural) in. I ache.
I want my children to know (already at their ages) the difference between a need and a want. To be thankful for what we have and not begging/plotting for more. The focus on this one falls to me. To Ryan and I. How we live and what messages we tell them.
The last month or so we’ve been making changes (read here and here) and we’re still working on others. Honestly.. our changes have made things harder.. but its also brought awareness. How many things did we say we couldn’t go without? Too many.
I’m processing. Its uncomfortable and good. Who knows what we could do as a family if we gave more and bought less.