It's only the second day and already we (my daughter
Isabella and I) have learned so much. I found the shopping part to be
incredibly challenging. First of all, Isabella was with me. She had her own
ideas about what we "needed" to get. And I have a hard time telling
her "No" for food items. I grew up in a household where money was
tight and was often told, "We can't afford that." I have avoided that
lingo with my own daughter. I will either simply say "No" or will
cave and get it for her.
So, when I told her what we would be doing and how we would
only be spending a certain amount of money, she had a very hard time
understanding it. Last week, we had a discussion about what "middle
class" means. (She had heard political ads on TV and wanted to know what
it meant so I explained what lower (I used the word "poor" instead of
lower), middle and upper class (I used the word rich instead of upper) meant.
When I told her what we were doing, she said, "I don't want to be poor.
Are we going to be poor now?"
For a moment, I questioned our participation in this
project. It brought back a lot of discomfort from my own childhood - discomfort
that I have always wanted her to avoid. So I immediately responded, "No!
No, we are not going to be poor. We are doing this to understand what it is
like to be on Food Stamps. It's a good project to help us understand
it."
It was very hard to say "No" to different things
in the store. We ended up going to Whole Foods the next day for Coconut Oil
(something I just can't live without) and she asked for Probugs, a fun
probiotic drink for kids - one of her favorite healthy, extremely over priced
foods. I said "No, that will put us over our budget." I
think this is the first time I have ever said anything to her about not getting
something because we couldn't afford it. It made me feel awful to do this. Just
awful.
When we got to the check out counter, she started to lay it
on thick, "I'm hungry. Can't I get something to eat?" (I had Coconut
Oil and lentils in the basket.) "How about one of those?", she said,
pointing to the Lance Armstrong Honey Treats near the register.
"Okay," I said, caving. We went $1.76 over our budget. And she was
happy. And I didn't feel like I was starving my child.
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