Published on June 21st, 2018 | by voxx0
Spoiling a child is frowned upon, but I wish I at least had the opportunity to do it. I wish I had a great job, with an even greater income. Most of all I dream of a day when I can say ‘I did it. I made it alone and I still achieved my aspirations’.
Diego is greatful for everything. He’s one of these children that you could give a cardboard box too and he would be thrilled. Once I gave him pencil crayons and a sharper. He sat sharpening them until all he had left was a pile of shavings; children can be difficult to entertain, but not always. It’s the little things that matter to them.
On the other hand, Diego still has no concept of the value of money. I braved taking him shopping with me recently and I told him to pick a treat. Toys dived into my basket. It was a set of toys and naturally he wanted the full set. I couldn’t fault his logic, but £10… each?!
Pieces of luxury, chew-resistant, dirt-proof plastic (surely?), with an added extra of £60.00 debt vs a tantrum. I considered my options.
I could put them back, one by one, dotting them around the store. Meanwhile security approach; “The items are missing from the shelf, you haven’t paid for any. So where are the…?” Shhhhh don’t say it!
Lastly, I could be brave and tell Diego the truth – the most daring and least likely of options, but one that must be considered for balance.
Eventually, as I had no option but to ‘adult’, I came clean. He took it pretty well and left the store with one treat. It got me thinking. How different life could be, how different we could be, if we had money.
- By Boneata Bell