Did you KNOW that mommy has a good friend with an AIRPLANE???? How cool is that?!? Now... We don't have an airplane... But it's so exciting that she does, right?
Mommy also has a good friend who doesn't have enough money for FOOD.
These are true in my life. Feel free to borrow, or use a different example.
There are always people with more, and always people with less. Being genuinely happy for people with more (instead of envious) is an awesome skillset to have.
How my parents did it was a couple fold
1) They reeeeally taught us about priorities. Not that ours (or anyone's) was best. Just by having us look at different things people had and didn't have. My Fair Lady came into play at one point (when Eliza just wanted to go "home" and couldn't.), along with hundreds of myriad examples (we traveled so examples abounded. TV is another great source.
People's lives are different. Even within families. Dad's life looked like x, Mums like y, grandparents like z, mine like a, sister's like b, cousins like c, etc. She actually had us look at everyone's lives we KNEW (and loved ) to see how different they all were. And to find pos/neg in every life. Pos/neg in wealthy, poor, and everything in between.
It KILLED class distinctions in my head. That, and although we were poor, we were military poor. WIC & Embassy Dinners (ugh. Very little will take the shine off of wealth like having to sit ramrod straight, in shoes that pinch, for 6 hours solid (being a political asset, which also meant charming admirals and impressing the ambassadors) at a state dinner. Ick. I didn't want to be a princess after my first state dinner. Not run barefoot?!? Not be able to do a-z?!? No this, that, and the other? No thanks!!!)
2) They taught us we can do/have anything we wanted if we put our brains to work. I was horse crazy. My parents were NOT buying me a horse. (Later, come to find, my parents were really poor. We never knew that.). If I wanted to ride, I needed to figure out how. At 9, I saved money all year ($3 a week) to pay for horse camp. $150 for a week of riding. At 11 I started being a working student (25 hours of work = 1 hour of lessons). This was JACKPOT. Because it meant 26 hours of being around horses. At 13 I became an exercise rider (racehorses). At 16 I started training.
My parents were HUGELY supportive. Just not in money. They didn't "give" me what I wanted. Heck. I didn't even get a ride for 2 years. The track was a 3 hour walk from my school. So I walked it. But they were EXCITED for me, proud of me, listened to me, encouraging of me.
Many of my friends had horses of their own. Did I occasionally get in a snit? Sure! My mum would just laugh and say "Pay for it. If you can figure out a way to pay for it, then you can! But why not figure out how to be HAPPY while you do that? Be miserable if you insist, but having fun, seems like more fun." By the time I could pay to buy/board/feed/vet/shoe/etc., I didn't want to. I liked working with 20+ horses better than just 1.
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Anyhow.. Just some food for thought.