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Sunday, February 04, 2007



Wow... It's incredibly sad how quickly the amount of money spent on a child becomes the measure of "how much the child is loved". I treasured the things that made good memories, and they weren't always the most expensive things or experiences.

If a kid experiences the fun of doing things that don't cost money, it's going to be a lot easier when they attend college. My parents are able to support me well, and it's helpful with the extra health and blindness expenses. And I realize I'm very lucky. But the truth is that they set limits of how much they're able to help with. I still have to manage money. If the worst happened tomorrow, I'm going to be able to manage my money and find low cost ways to have fun. I don't think kids with $250,000 birthday parties will have had life experiences preparing them for a situation where they hit tragedy.

Susan Kitchens

Whoa, just whoa. Thanks for compiling those comments from the site.


Memo to parents of young children: this isn't going to end well. Your little darlings are going to grow up into tempestuous teens with no frustration tolerance, an insatiable appetite for belongings and pleasures, and no genuine relationships with others. They will think that they "deserve" endless gifts and lavish affairs simply for existing. You won't be able to retire, or God forbid ask your children to care for you in your old age. And only for as long as you have the money to fund the fantasy will others be willing to play along.

You don't have to look very hard to see where your habits and attitudes will end up. Just check out Exhibit A: MTV's "My Super Sweet Sixteen".

Miss Profe

At my school, it not so much extravagant birthdays, but bar mitzvahs and bat mitzvahs costing thousands of dollars. As if each family is attempting to outdo the other. And then it becomes more about affluenza than the religious experience and rite of passage. One of my students, to prove to his friends that he actually received the amount of gift money he told them he received, brought his roll of cash to school! He was given a schooling about this, and his mother was phoned. A nice lady, but I'm not sure she "got" it.

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