disclosure: I have been compensated for writing this post
I wonder how much my son will expect for pocket money? I wonder how old he will be when he asks for pocket money? My pocket-money memories are of always feeling worse off than my friends. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I realised that all of my friends were getting pocket money and I wasn’t. This is my entry in the Tots100 Pocket Money Tales competition with Roosterbank.
I do remember the conversation with my parents – something along the lines of ‘it isn’t fair, ALL my friends get pocket money, they ALL get £1, why can’t I have pocket money too???’
I can’t remember, but now I wonder if my pocket-money tantrum hit the home at the same time my Dad was made redundant. Probably! Would be just like me. I do remember being told I could have 20p a week but I needed to up my help around the house to get that amount. I can remember being suitably unimpressed with both the amount and the extra jobs!
Over the years my pocket money slowly increased, always way behind my friends, and some of them didn’t even need to do jobs – scandalous.
Now I’m older, I can understand that my parents were probably really struggling to make ends meet, especially as I do remember Dad being out of work for a while, back in the day. 20p in those days went quite far when a Mars bar was 7p. Strange the things you remember.
I can remember a school trip to Paris when I was 12, I was so excited to be going abroad, we were going for a whole week! My oldest friend is half French so I’d been on holiday with her and her family in Brittany before, but that was the extent of my foreign travels. The only issue I had, was how much spending money my parents would give me? My friends were all talking about £20-£30 which was a fortune 30 years ago, what would I be given? I can’t remember the exact amount, but it was nowhere near what my friends had been given. But somehow, I managed to buy a few things for myself – an Eiffel Tower key ring, a beautiful wooden crucifix from Sacre Coeur – both of which I still have, presents, postcards, including some map postcards for my collection, and I came home with change.
In fact, I had enough change to make a start on my rebellious phase! I’d wanted my ears pierced for ages, and been told NO, emphatically. My friend Amanda was getting her ears pierced when we got back from Paris, how much does it cost? Uum I’ve got enough for that! I have no idea how either of us managed to get our ears pierced without an adult in sight. Neither of us looked remotely old enough to be judged as 16-year-olds. But anyway, I rang my Mum at work and proudly told her what I’d done; yep I was in BIG trouble. My teenage troubles had started a year early!
So when it comes to my son asking for pocket money I’m sure my Dad will chuckle and be glad that it’s my turn to listen to – it’s not fair, it’s not enough, I don’t want to do jobs!! I will expect him to help around the house, to earn his pocket money, but hopefully, I will be in a position to offer him the going rate for his efforts!