In another thread, shayinme said "...I had nothing as a child, basically my folks shopped 2nd hand so as an adult I could not stand thrift stores..."
I have heard it both ways and want to open up a discussion here about how our kids will look back on the frugal lifestyles most of the people on this board have either chosen or been cornered into.
My DH felt deprived as a kid, and when he started making his own money, he wanted to spend spend spend (and did for awhile, and even now still sometimes makes decidedly un-frugal choices "just because he can.")
I grew up working-class in a very white-collar town. It was not easy to wear thrift-shop clothes to school among classmates dressed in designer duds. But I fondly remember pawing through hand-me-downs and carving out an identity based on individuality and not conformity. "Character-building," my sisters and I called it. I am glad I learned some good tightwad values as a kid, and I've built upon them as an adult.
I will sometimes tell my kids that we can have X but not Y, and my 9yo will roll his eyes and say "because we're frugal." When questioned, he tells me that he doesn't feel deprived and thinks it's fine, but the eye-rolling has me wondering.
I want my kids to look back on the frugal choices and habits of our family, and feel loved, inspired, and savvy. I don't want them to look back on it and feel deprived, shortchanged, or poor.
What do you think? Is it possible to live a frugal lifestyle, by choices or circumstance, and grow up feeling proud of it? What can we as parents do (or avoid doing) in the name of frugality, so our kids will remember it positively and not negatively?
I have heard it both ways and want to open up a discussion here about how our kids will look back on the frugal lifestyles most of the people on this board have either chosen or been cornered into.
My DH felt deprived as a kid, and when he started making his own money, he wanted to spend spend spend (and did for awhile, and even now still sometimes makes decidedly un-frugal choices "just because he can.")
I grew up working-class in a very white-collar town. It was not easy to wear thrift-shop clothes to school among classmates dressed in designer duds. But I fondly remember pawing through hand-me-downs and carving out an identity based on individuality and not conformity. "Character-building," my sisters and I called it. I am glad I learned some good tightwad values as a kid, and I've built upon them as an adult.
I will sometimes tell my kids that we can have X but not Y, and my 9yo will roll his eyes and say "because we're frugal." When questioned, he tells me that he doesn't feel deprived and thinks it's fine, but the eye-rolling has me wondering.
I want my kids to look back on the frugal choices and habits of our family, and feel loved, inspired, and savvy. I don't want them to look back on it and feel deprived, shortchanged, or poor.
What do you think? Is it possible to live a frugal lifestyle, by choices or circumstance, and grow up feeling proud of it? What can we as parents do (or avoid doing) in the name of frugality, so our kids will remember it positively and not negatively?









, that said the points you bring up are one way that my parents may have been able to make our lack of money more palatable and less like a burden to my brother and I. In our case we were always the kids wearing the out of style jacked up clothes and by middle school it really was not cute at all. Maybe if we had friends in a similiar position it would have felt less like a burden.
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. My mom could have spent the same amount of $$ on clothes for me - or less - if she had purchased them at stores she looked down her nose on. These were not cheapo stores, they just weren't places that sold RL (think Gap or American Eagle vs. TJ Maxx). But she usually just said, "we can't afford to shop there." Even from a young age, I thought it was strange that my parents "couldn't afford" to shop in the places I wanted to, but they could afford a vacation home and enough high end towels to stock a hotel. I know now that my mom's priorities and the value she places on labels are screwed up.
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