I’m a pocket money heretic

South Waikato News - - Backyard Banter - ROB STOCK

Daugh­ter: ‘‘Can I have a fid­get spin­ner?’’

Me: ‘‘No, I don’t want to spend my money on that.’’

Daugh­ter: ‘‘Please, Ev­ery­one at school’s got one.’’

Me: ‘‘No, it’s a waste of the world’s re­sources.’’

Some­times, I am pleased to say no. My mum be­lieved chil­dren shouldn’t get ev­ery­thing they want. I agree.

When I was my daugh­ter’s age, there was no point in ask­ing for money to buy stuff.

In the 1970s no­body had money to spare. Pocket money was fairly min­i­mal. I can’t even re­mem­ber re­ceiv­ing it.

I only got spend­ing power with my first news­pa­per round. Un­til then, I had to rely on Christ­mas and birth­day for new stuff.

Th­ese days, it is fash­ion­able to ‘‘fi­nan­cialise’’ your chil­dren early through elab­o­rately mi­cro-man­aged pocket money sys­tems.

The kids can spend a third, save a third, and give a third away to char­ity.

Some par­ents tie pocket money to chores.

My par­ents didn’t tell me what to do with my money.

Ini­tially, I spent it on sweets be­cause that’s all I could af­ford. Later with my own earn­ings, I tran­si­tioned from Star Wars toys to books, records, clothes and beer.

De­spite not be­ing ‘‘taught’’ (forced) to re­strain spend­ing, be char­i­ta­ble and to save hard, I do both, like my par­ents did.

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