It is a great displeasure saying “no” to my children. Especially when the matter concerns money.
Whenever I do it (ie this am over Book Fair funds) and their face crumbles before my eyes I sense a betrayal of my youngest self who promised to NOT let my children go without wanting. I know I’m in the right. I know I have lessons to teach. I know the relativity of their pain. I know what they need or don’t need. I know I love them. None of that assuages the displeasure of issuing a warranted “no”.
It has to get to get done though I hope giving a hearty hug on our way to school will ease our pain.
