bank of mom

How do you teach personal finance to boys who refuse to work, panic if they don’t have money, and spend every dime on gum and Pokemon cards?

Still trying to navigate this “parent” thing, I haven’t yet found a successful, positive method of assigning chores, paying allowance, or discipline. Once I do, I’ll be sure and share it. However, I have discovered a great way to help encourage the boys to save money.

Preteen Personal Finance

I don’t remember being so demanding about buying things or keeping up with the electronics and gadgets of my friends. As a kid, I shopped for clothes at thrift stores and wasn’t driven by fashion (at times to my parent’s chagrin). So, I’m not accustomed to the desperation to buy, buy, buy.

Maybe it’s just this generation, but my boys want everything they see. Toys. Games. Gear. The other day, Martin was begging me to buy him one of those ridiculous “Snuggies”. Really? For a preteen boy? For anyone, for that matter.

Anyhow…

We tried piggy banks. We tried locked chests. We tried keeping their “savings” in my wallet. Nothing worked. It was either too confusing to keep track of, or too easy to access. All we ended up with was angry boys and empty pockets.

Introducing… Bank of Mom

Then, I discovered the “Bank of Mom”. Conveniently located in my purse with “business” hours that work well for me, the Bank has been fabulous! Each boy has an “account” that tracks what they’ve saved and when they wasted their funds on “Hubba Bubba Max” or a “cool eraser”.

At first, it seemed like a great idea, but quickly the maintenance and hauling around of a spread sheet became a bit onerous.  I was about to toss this latest method, when I discovered an iPhone app, “Balance”, that allows me to easily track their accounts.

Suddenly, the boys began to see their money grow and they became inspired to save. YEAH! MacGyver saved his allowance and bought a new skateboard and helmet.

As we look over the money trends of the boys, we quickly get a feel for the natural inclinations of the boys.  MacGyver has saved his money and bought a new skateboard and helmet.  Currently, his savings are now over $40 dollars, with entries showing money earned from mowing lawns, selling his beef jerky at school (so much for eating his lunch), and convincing Martin to pay him a dollar to carry his water bottle.  He’s definitely an entrepreneur at heart.

Initially, Martin was thrilled when he added birthday money, bragging that he had “saved” the $50.00 and holding his wealth over the head of his brothers.  Quickly, however, he succumbed to the burning of money in his pocket.  The last entry shows that he withdrew his last $0.39 to buy one piece of candy.  He pretty much floats along with a zero balance.

Mowgli, well… he hasn’t quite figured it out. He’s just happy with an occasional dinosaur sticker on his forehead.

I may not be even close to finding my groove in this parenting gig, but teaching boys to manage their money via the Bank of Mom… definitely Works For Me.

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God dream envy

He woke with a certain sense of confidence; an assurance that everything was going to be okay.  Toby is normally extremely positive and upbeat, but this was beyond the norm. When I asked what happened, he told me.

He had a dream last night: a God dream. One of those where God speaks to you with insight and encouragement. In the dream, God spoke peace and light into our situation giving Toby the [...]

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fighting the good fight

Unexpectedly, my carefully constructed fortress crumbled. Fears and anger, loss and blame poured out of me, unfortunately in the direction of my innocent husband. Soon, frustration became tears and a years worth of buried stress billowed out of me.

I crumbled in the corner of the garage, perched on a paint-splattered stool, ripping open my soul. As I was spewed, I tried to stop myself, knowing it wasn’t fair and certainly not deserved; [...]

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spies, war and evil umpire: the danger of assuming

The lights were out and we were all gathered together, sprawled out on the bunk beds, diving into the bedtime story, reading by the light from our headlamps.

It was a riveting tale of soldiers, courage, danger and espionage; something for every young boy.

I read the story with great drama, excited that all three were captivated by the tale of a young soldier hoping to serve her country by volunteering to become [...]

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pro-whose life?

I see them out there every week. Marching, protesting, waving their banners of bloodied baby bodies.

Their cause is obvious; they want the world to see the horrors of abortion. Their right is true; America is a land of freedom of speech. Their approach is wrong.

I pulled my car over to where they were standing, and asked if I could take their picture. They were hesitant, but when I told them that [...]

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God lessons deja vu

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I was sitting in the lobby of a neuropsych office, waiting on the boys, when I had one of those crazy deja vu moments. Normally, I just wonder if I experienced the moment in a dream or perhaps in an alternate reality, but this time I knew exactly where it was from.

A year and a half ago, we were in the process of adopting twin toddlers from Ethiopia. After almost a decade [...]

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grace-defined identity

Have you ever been around one of those people who are always trying to prove themselves to you? Every anecdote you share, they have a bigger story. If you pedal a bike, they ride a Harley. If you eat cheese, they own a dairy. If you have a sniffle, they have leprosy.

I met a new one recently. She blew me away with her ability to see reality in such a flowing, ever-evolving [...]

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i love that moment

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Several weeks ago, Beth posted a YouCapture challenge with the theme of “A Moment”.  Participants were to capture the theme visually, and link their images to share.  I wanted to participate.  I really did.  But, alas, crazy-town has come to stay in my life and I couldn’t get within a mile of a spare moment.

In the weeks since, while I’m chasing kids, cleaning dishes, working, breaking up fights and taking accelerated showers, [...]

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take six steps and party like a madwoman

“Oh my word!” I exclaimed to my husband. “Did you see that?!”

He and I both looked at each other with a slight sense of giddy and hope.

The boys had been quarreling, tears and anger roaring up inside them, when one of them pulled back and cocked his arm read to knock out his brother. Just before his fist flew into the waiting nose, he paused, turned, and came running to me.

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grace in inappropriate worship

I was mad. I was sick. I was tired. The kids constant fighting, arguing, anger, and fears were draining me and I felt left with an empty shell of a life.

It was two hours before our house was going to be swallowed up in a slew of people coming over for Bible study, and chaos shrouded the place. I was rushing around trying to clean up toys, mop sticky floors, and fix [...]

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