Guest guest Posted August 17, 2011 Report Share Posted August 17, 2011 I'm taking a " Prosperity " class at my church. One of the discussion questions tonight was- What was your first job? How did you feel about earning money? How did the other important people around you feel about it? I recalled that my first money came from babysitting when I was 12, the baby and toddler who lived downstairs. When the parents came home, the mom gave me a big pile of money, all coins. I was surprised; I hadn't thought about being paid, I was so used to caring for my younger siblings that this was no different- " go watch the kids. " I thanked her and went upstairs, with all this money in my cupped hands. My mother, always the nada, greeted me with a sneered " what's that?! " I said, " she paid me. " Nada said, " Well, it's NOT yours. " I remember standing there, frozen, looking at her ... then she shouted, " Go to your room!! " where I dumped the coins on top of the dresser. I don't remember ever counting them. They stayed there for a long time, then disappeared one day. I remember feeling relieved- now I didn't have to worry about how to handle it anymore. I had not thought about that incident until tonight, though (lack of) money is a huge issue in my life. I think I see where that started for me- all mixed up in nada's CRAP!!! Yet another strand to unravel, of how she continues to exist in my life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 17, 2011 Report Share Posted August 17, 2011 Reminds me of a flea in a jar. You know what I mean? Aren't we all recovering from being part of our parents flea circus? > > I'm taking a " Prosperity " class at my church. One of the discussion questions tonight was- What was your first job? How did you feel about earning money? How did the other important people around you feel about it? > > I recalled that my first money came from babysitting when I was 12, the baby and toddler who lived downstairs. When the parents came home, the mom gave me a big pile of money, all coins. I was surprised; I hadn't thought about being paid, I was so used to caring for my younger siblings that this was no different- " go watch the kids. " > > I thanked her and went upstairs, with all this money in my cupped hands. My mother, always the nada, greeted me with a sneered " what's that?! " I said, " she paid me. " Nada said, " Well, it's NOT yours. " > > I remember standing there, frozen, looking at her ... then she shouted, " Go to your room!! " where I dumped the coins on top of the dresser. I don't remember ever counting them. They stayed there for a long time, then disappeared one day. I remember feeling relieved- now I didn't have to worry about how to handle it anymore. > > I had not thought about that incident until tonight, though (lack of) money is a huge issue in my life. I think I see where that started for me- all mixed up in nada's CRAP!!! > > Yet another strand to unravel, of how she continues to exist in my life. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 17, 2011 Report Share Posted August 17, 2011 Wow interesting. . . .great job tracing that problem back! As for me and money - my nada was AWFUL with money. My dad was very good with it. I ended up becoming pretty dang good at managing money - - because I learned from nada what NOT to do!!! Fada didn't help me much beyond saying " don't grow up to be like your mother " and from their I just kinda figured it out on my own. But it is an important topic and makes a huge difference in quality of life. > ** > > > Reminds me of a flea in a jar. You know what I mean? Aren't we all > recovering from being part of our parents flea circus? > > > > > > > I'm taking a " Prosperity " res class at my church. One of the discussion > questions tonight was- What was your first job? How did you feel about > earning money? How did the other important people around you feel about it? > > > > I recalled that my first money came from babysitting when I was 12, the > baby and toddler who lived downstairs. When the parents came home, the mom > gave me a big pile of money, all coins. I was surprised; I hadn't thought > about being paid, I was so used to caring for my younger siblings that this > was no different- " go watch the kids. " > > > > I thanked her and went upstairs, with all this money in my cupped hands. > My mother, always the nada, greeted me with a sneered " what's that?! " I > said, " she paid me. " Nada said, " Well, it's NOT yours. " > > > > I remember standing there, frozen, looking at her ... then she shouted, > " Go to your room!! " where I dumped the coins on top of the dresser. I don't > remember ever counting them. They stayed there for a long time, then > disappeared one day. I remember feeling relieved- now I didn't have to worry > about how to handle it anymore. > > > > I had not thought about that incident until tonight, though (lack of) > money is a huge issue in my life. I think I see where that started for me- > all mixed up in nada's CRAP!!! > > > > Yet another strand to unravel, of how she continues to exist in my life. > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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