Ali and I (unsurprisingly) don’t see eye-to-eye on the subject of giving Maya an allowance.
In a surprising streak of independence, however, Ali decided to ignore my very strong feelings on the subject to give Maya $5 a week anyway.
I was annoyed (unsurprisingly) because:
- Maya does nothing to justify receiving an allowance. Seriously, when I was 10 I was washing the family cars and polishing the marble. At 7 am on a Saturday. Maya can’t even put her toothbrush away without written instructions.
- I don’t understand why she needs an allowance when she pretty much gets whatever she wants from either Ali, me, or another family member, as we all try to buy her love.
- I don’t like Ali’s streak of independence. I don’t like it at all.
Anyway, after about two days of NOT taking out the recycling, NOT emptying her lunch box, and NOT putting her dishes away, I found out Ali gave her a cost-of-living increase, taking her to $8 a week.
Me: I’m really mystified Maya, as to why you are now getting $8 a week for doing less than you did before you started getting an allowance?
Maya: Well Mama, you’re the one who lectured me about how girls make less than boys for doing the same job – just because they’re scared of negotiating. So I negotiated.
As you can imagine, my mind was a battlefield of thoughts:
- I’m raising a smart-ass.
- A lazy one.
- But why shouldn’t she get paid to do nothing around the house, just as her father does nothing around the house?
- At least my constant lectures aren’t going in one ear and out the other.
Actually, I’m secretly quite proud to be raising a fighter. Even if she’s a lazy one.