So we had a banking lesson yesterday. And a lesson in democratic parenting for me
I was shopping and daughter saw me enter my credit card pin, and managed to see the number I entered. She was so excited that she almost shouted it out loud, much to my horror. Dragging her out of the shop, I explained to her that the pin number is very special and is different for each of us. If we let others know our pin, if you card gets stolen, by mischance, someone else could use our card and buy things – that would similar to someone stealing our money. So we should never tell anyone else our pin numbers, and never say it aloud, even if you see me enter it.
So then started a bunch of questions.
Q. When can I have a credit card?
A. When you are a grown up.
Q. When I am eighteen?
A. Yes, when you are eighteen.
Q. So Amma, I have a doubt. When you are about to become a grownup, when you are about to turn eighteen, how do you get your pin?
A. *Now that needs a lot more explanation, doesn’t it? So I gave a short, retail banking overview – on how you open an account, and then request for a card- I even explained credit cards and debit cards -don’t even ask me to repeat it here And then the bank sends you your secret pin number, which you have to keep to yourself.
Daughter: OK. I get it now! And now, I know your pin number too – it’s ****!
In full volume by the way! Arghh!!! I should have just gone the non-democratic parenting way and told her, ‘One word out of you and no toys for life’! That would have worked far better
On another motherhood note, TGND shared a post about motherhood and aspirations for our children, it had me nodding away. Do share what you feel.