Not long ago a building in NY burned down, a lot of people died. The news was interviewing a black guy that lived In that building. He said, ‘I thank God my wife and 11 kids got out’. He looked to be about 30 years old. They breed hard and don’t think about their financial situation when they do it. They’ll always out breed us.
My parents were poor and white when they had me. I didn’t know we were broke; your kid won’t mind.
Exactly. I had to fix up a broken down bike I found in the garage and was thrilled to have for a day till and uncle came by and claimed was his. My older brother found me another that had no brakes and two minutes into that ride I crashed and had to be stitched up. Grandparents who raised me realized it would be cheaper on doctor bills to get me a new bike . That lasted till lunch when I left it on the front lawn. Came outside to find it vanished. Scoured the neighborhood asking and got mocked by the culprits. Heading home I found it's remains in the school parking lot minus the cool slicks and banana seat. Took the carcass home and tearfully showed Grandma. She took me to a bicycle shop where it got standard wheels with regular tires and regular seat but it was totally ride able. Before that when I was younger I got a huge box of cutoff wood from another uncle which were all about 4" by 2" by 1 1/2". I must have worn those blocks smooth building forts and stuff. Only rarely did we ever get toys but I learned to take care of them. When I managed to get money a kite at the 7-11 was bought for several days of fun. Kids care about things like that. When I learned read the public library saw me often. Grandma did eventually buy me a set of Britannica Encyclopedia which I went through from a to z . That must have been an expensive investment which earned me the nickname of "Know-It-All".
Don't be afraid to have kids and invest in them. Even little things to kids mean alot.
Yeah I definitely want to invest in them and their future. They definitely won’t be spoiled on my salary. I mentioned another comment I had to share rooms and hand me downs growing up and I never minded. My kids will probably do the same.
I don't like it when people say this. I grew up poor, not super poor, but enough that I resented my parents for it. You didn't know you were broke probably because you weren't that broke. Maybe you don't need so much money to buy everything your child wants in this world, but enough that you can get them at least some of what they want and can dress them appropriately.
Heh..my parents were so broke they couldn’t afford a crib to put me into. The back of my head has a flat dent to this day because they laid me on a blanket on a concrete floor, in a house made of concrete. Walls, ceilings, all just concrete slabs. It was a real shit hole, but the entire neighborhood were duplicate houses, and everyone was broke. We still had fun.
My parents are multi millionaires today, they got their shit together. I pretty much missed that rise to upper middle class because it happened after I moved out in 86’. My little sister grew up in the palace of abundance and it spoiled her. She was spoiled into her 30’s.
It never occurred to me, to resent my parents because I couldn’t have everything I wanted. My sister got that.
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