I love my grandmother but she can be a real killjoy.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my grandmother and I owe her so much.
She stopped working to make sure someone was there for me after school while my mother got her degree and worked every hour of the day to pay our bills. She’s nearly 85 and she’s still as sharp as a tack.
But when I excitedly told her about the 3 new 1:1 clients I’d signed this month and how I’m planning to send my daughter to a good private school when she starts school in September, what did she say?
Well first she said that £850 a month was very expensive (just over $1,000 a month) and that the school would be full of toffee noses, which is another way of saying posh, rich snobs, and then she said that I can’t rely on that money every month. That money I’m making every month in my business.
Never mind that if I had a "real" job I could be fired or let go at any time and find myself in the exact same situation at the end of the month.
I’m grateful for everything my grandmother has done for me but I’m also grateful that I can identify parts of her money story and not be affected by them.
Yes, one of my biggest fears around being successful and being able to send my daughter to private school is that she’ll turn out to be a spoilt brat but you know what? It’s my responsibility as a parent to make sure my daughter turns into a well rounded person, regardless of how much money we have or what kind of school she goes to.
So while I didn’t get the response I wanted from my grandmother, I’m still grateful for my own response to her response. It could have knocked me back, it could have made me doubt myself but it’s good to know that I’ve come so far with my own money story that even my own grandmother can’t change my mind.