I just walked in the door after visiting with our neighbor and Hotsauce looks at me and says:
"Do you know it's Sunday??"
"Yes."
"Well, you haven't blogged in two days!"
So, here I sit a submissive and loving wife carrying out my husband's wishes!
For the last several weeks I have shook my head every time our girls get ready for church. They pick out church clothes, brush their hair and teeth and as we get ready to walk out the door they put on their shoes... their tennis shoes that is.
Now, I don't care if they wear jeans. I don't care if they wear khakis or skirts or dresses. There are very few rules concerning church attire. If they wear jeans they can't have holes in the knees. Their clothes should match. Their clothes should be clean. I prefer that they don't wear wrinkled shirts, but their Daddy and I have different definitions of what wrinkled is...
But, white tennis shoes and black dress pants or dresses make me cringe. Almost as bad as discovering that Chubba made it out of the house and into church in sweat pants a few weeks ago. I was aghast with embarrassment!
So the clothing fund was stocked and I went on a search for girls' church shoes. I found some really cute black flats. They were on sale and on top of the sale price they were buy one, get one free! I snatched them up and came home all excited.
They didn't fit. Whicka, whicka, what??? I bought the same size as their tennis shoes. GRRRRR.
So the whole family got back in the truck and across town we went. While we were there Hotsauce mentioned that flats might not be the best idea since it's only a matter of weeks before the snow starts to fly. We decided black dress boots would be the way to go.
Boots are more expensive then flats. BOOOOO! But, it's more expensive to buy flats today and then in a few weeks come back to buy the boots.
Saucy Pants picked out the least expensive pair of boots there. They had a cute little bow and a reasonable heel. They were ca-ute...
I found the same boots in Bean's size and had her try them on. Perhaps it's being the older sister and not wanting to have the same boots as her little sister, but she was eyeing another pair and was obviously heart broken to have to try these "lesser" boots on. The other pair of boots didn't have the bow so visible. They had a more grown up look and a rounder toe ... or maybe it was a pointy-er toe ... or a more square toe... anywhoo it had the perfect 9 year old toe and she was locked in.
Hotsauce looked at the price and said... "No."
He doesn't understand that all the 9 year old home schooled girls who buy fall boots have collectively decided that dress boots must have the right toe. She would likely be laughed out of Sunday School wearing the wrong toed boots.
So I had an idea. We would pay $21.99 for boots. If she wanted the more expensive boots she would have to pay the difference. Everyone would be happy.
The wheels in her mind start turning. It's only $3. But, she wants a Kindle. If she uses her $3 towards the boots she won't have it to spend on her Kindle. She starts to cry.
I have no idea where she gets that from!
She decides the "toe" is fine in the less expensive boots. Hotsauce tells her that she made a wise decision. We start walking towards the check-out.
She starts to cry again. Seriously, where does she get that from??
I pull her aside and we have a heart to heart. She really wants the other boots. She really wants the Kindle. She doesn't know what to do. Hotsauce steps in and we decide together that she should get the boots that she wants... she has a long way to go before earning enough money for a Kindle and she's saved all of her money without spending any for a LONG time!
She gets the boots she loves. Before making it home she starts crying again.
Again? Really?
We have another talk. We finally tell her that at 9 years old we won't allow her to make a poor decision with her money. There will come a day when we will give her the opportunity to make poor or wise decisions, but this isn't the day. We encourage her heart and tell her that we are excited that she bought something she loves. We tell her that by making the choice to purchase a portion of her boots that we believe she will take better care of them and that she will have more pride in them.
We also tell her that we are glad that she is feeling the "cost" of the boots. It's the first time that she's had to make a decision about how to spend her money and it wasn't easy.
It was a good lesson. One that I would encourage you to do with your children. Those $3 could only be spent once and on one thing. I hope that your child will weigh the decision and that it will change the way that they think about money.
I just hope that you don't have all tears! :)
"Do you know it's Sunday??"
"Yes."
"Well, you haven't blogged in two days!"
So, here I sit a submissive and loving wife carrying out my husband's wishes!
For the last several weeks I have shook my head every time our girls get ready for church. They pick out church clothes, brush their hair and teeth and as we get ready to walk out the door they put on their shoes... their tennis shoes that is.
Now, I don't care if they wear jeans. I don't care if they wear khakis or skirts or dresses. There are very few rules concerning church attire. If they wear jeans they can't have holes in the knees. Their clothes should match. Their clothes should be clean. I prefer that they don't wear wrinkled shirts, but their Daddy and I have different definitions of what wrinkled is...
But, white tennis shoes and black dress pants or dresses make me cringe. Almost as bad as discovering that Chubba made it out of the house and into church in sweat pants a few weeks ago. I was aghast with embarrassment!
So the clothing fund was stocked and I went on a search for girls' church shoes. I found some really cute black flats. They were on sale and on top of the sale price they were buy one, get one free! I snatched them up and came home all excited.
They didn't fit. Whicka, whicka, what??? I bought the same size as their tennis shoes. GRRRRR.
So the whole family got back in the truck and across town we went. While we were there Hotsauce mentioned that flats might not be the best idea since it's only a matter of weeks before the snow starts to fly. We decided black dress boots would be the way to go.
Boots are more expensive then flats. BOOOOO! But, it's more expensive to buy flats today and then in a few weeks come back to buy the boots.
Saucy Pants picked out the least expensive pair of boots there. They had a cute little bow and a reasonable heel. They were ca-ute...
I found the same boots in Bean's size and had her try them on. Perhaps it's being the older sister and not wanting to have the same boots as her little sister, but she was eyeing another pair and was obviously heart broken to have to try these "lesser" boots on. The other pair of boots didn't have the bow so visible. They had a more grown up look and a rounder toe ... or maybe it was a pointy-er toe ... or a more square toe... anywhoo it had the perfect 9 year old toe and she was locked in.
Hotsauce looked at the price and said... "No."
He doesn't understand that all the 9 year old home schooled girls who buy fall boots have collectively decided that dress boots must have the right toe. She would likely be laughed out of Sunday School wearing the wrong toed boots.
So I had an idea. We would pay $21.99 for boots. If she wanted the more expensive boots she would have to pay the difference. Everyone would be happy.
The wheels in her mind start turning. It's only $3. But, she wants a Kindle. If she uses her $3 towards the boots she won't have it to spend on her Kindle. She starts to cry.
I have no idea where she gets that from!
She decides the "toe" is fine in the less expensive boots. Hotsauce tells her that she made a wise decision. We start walking towards the check-out.
She starts to cry again. Seriously, where does she get that from??
I pull her aside and we have a heart to heart. She really wants the other boots. She really wants the Kindle. She doesn't know what to do. Hotsauce steps in and we decide together that she should get the boots that she wants... she has a long way to go before earning enough money for a Kindle and she's saved all of her money without spending any for a LONG time!
She gets the boots she loves. Before making it home she starts crying again.
Again? Really?
We have another talk. We finally tell her that at 9 years old we won't allow her to make a poor decision with her money. There will come a day when we will give her the opportunity to make poor or wise decisions, but this isn't the day. We encourage her heart and tell her that we are excited that she bought something she loves. We tell her that by making the choice to purchase a portion of her boots that we believe she will take better care of them and that she will have more pride in them.
We also tell her that we are glad that she is feeling the "cost" of the boots. It's the first time that she's had to make a decision about how to spend her money and it wasn't easy.
It was a good lesson. One that I would encourage you to do with your children. Those $3 could only be spent once and on one thing. I hope that your child will weigh the decision and that it will change the way that they think about money.
I just hope that you don't have all tears! :)




