| I grew up with certain privileges. Dad's an engineer and a go-getter, mom has a masters. But we were a one income family (my mom's work doesn't cross intl. borders) with a bit of job insecurity when we first moved to N. America. Most of my childhood anxiety was due to my parents being too honest with me (my dad got laid of twice in the early 90s' recessions, I was seven). I remember every month I would lend my mom my savings (about 200) to help her get us get to the end of the month. Since my mom depended on this being available, I asked very solemnly when I used it to buy a CD burner. To this day I ask permission to my wife to buy most anything (she has a similar background and does the same). I remember looking at a $20 and all the power it held. A tank of gas. Several days of food. Again, similar story for my wife - she lived on a $5/day food budget. I remember that, on long drives, we'd fit the five of us into a two door car with four seat belts. My mom's $1000 k-car had unreliable breaks. An issue on the freeway. My father never drove faster than 50 mph on the freeway (the limit was 60 at the time) I remember my dad joking about feeding the "black hole" our non-mortgage household debt. I have deep aversion to any type of debt. Eventually my dad moved up the ranks and all this went away. When I entered college things changed and we ended up quite well off, to the point where I have no student debt thanks to my parents. Trough all of this, though, my parents were very clear that no matter how "difficult" (they labeled us as "poor") things were, people were much worse off than us. |
My family never owned a car, went on vacation or went out eating much (only on very fancy occasions). We stayed as 6 of us in a 2 bedroom apartment. And pocket money was never a thing. I especially remember that even gift money from others was something you handed over to mom for daily expenses.
But, it was all a conscious choice by my parents to allow us to have solid nutrition, good education and avoid debt.
They were always fully transparent about expenses in the house and what each rupee meant to them. Even when I asked for any money, it was always contextualized in number of meals or how many clothes that bought us.
I am doing well now, but it really does teach you to be mindful of money. It has had some adverse effects too, where it took a long time for me to stop being so visibly stingy.
Growing up knowing how much things cost and that we were still in the 90th percentile of our country (India in the 90s), helped me a lot in gaining empathy for those that I knew earned a lot less, and the hard decisions they might've had to make on a day to day basis.