My 14-year old’s preparations for her first day of high school put a nice dent in her bank account…and mine.
✅ New wardrobe
✅ Salon balayage hair
✅ Custom nails
We both agreed that she can’t be poor when she gets older,because what would that life look like for her? Might as well crawl under a rock and die because my girl Scarlett cannot be budgeted. 😂 We’ve talked excessively with her about investing and saving, but Hollister beckons her wallet on a bi-monthly basis.
As we drove to her nail appointment, she told me—very seriously—that her brain couldn’t even comprehend the idea of not being rich when she’s older.
Which is good. I’ve learned you need to visualize excess if you want excess. Worrying about being poor only increases your chances of being poor. I know she’ll be fine, but I do think she should reign in her spending a bit.
Despite my concern for her future debt-to-income ratio, I was enjoying this time in the car. She was in an unusually chipper mood for a teenager and talkative. She was thinking about her future and life.
Planning her journey.
Seeing the possibilities of her inevitably future rich lifestyle.
After a moment or two she said, “I want to be in a sorority when I get older.”
Without thinking, I shot back: “You would.”
👀 She side-eyes me.
👀 I side-eye her back.
We both laugh.
Scar: “I don’t think that was a compliment!”
And I wasn’t trying to offend. I’m sure there is tons of diversity in sororities, but if we are going on stereotypes my comment was totally on point. My basic girl was there ticking every box. Newly balayage hair, sipping her Venti Starbucks Acai Lemonade Refresher with no inclusions, on her way to her nail appointment, and I’m sorry, child just screams Delta Nu. If any one of my children would be in a sorority someday, it’s her.
We are who we are. And this one? She’s basic. Rich basic.