From the time I earned the first few dollars from paper routes, snow shoveling, and lawn mowing, all my earnings went on the dining room table. I considered it an honor to be able to contribute to the household – no matter how small the amount was.
As I got older, I’d be given what money I needed for the week and the rest would go to the house. This is the way I was raised and what my parents expected of me.
Although I never had an allowance, I never wanted for anything!
This practice continued until I left home and was supporting myself. When I started making serious money, I took great pride in my ability to be able to send some of it back home to my folks.
Danton has commitment phobias, but Babette hopes he’ll eventually take the plunge.