My older sister took the plunge last week and signed her life away. She bought a 2bd/2bth 1,030 sqft condo in the greater Seattle area. She’s the first of us three kids to say goodbye to renting, and for good reason, she’s getting more space for less money. I think her rent was running around $750/month for a one bedroom, and her mortgage payments (PITI) are around $500/month. Part of me thought my sister was going to be a lifelong renter, so it’s nice to see her step out of her comfort zone. Especially because it seems to be a pretty good financial move.
But let’s get to the point. This post isn’t about my sister buying a house. It’s about a grave injustice that occurred before the house was even purchased.
I was hanging with Mom Ninja a few days ago (do you guys still hang out with your parents, or is it just me?) when she told me her and my pops helped my sister financially with the down-payment. She then asked if I was bothered by that fact.
Heck yes I’m bothered! THAT’S NOT FAIR! Why does my sister get a gift from my parents, but my brother and I get the shaft? We live in America gosh darn-it, where if you do something nice for one person, you HAVE to do something nice for everyone!
Haha, can you smell my sarcasm? When my mom asked if I was bothered by my parents generosity to my sister, I said “Why would I be mad? It’s your money you do whatever you want with it.”
And that’s the take-a-way from today’s blog post. My parents money, is my parents money. Period, end of story. They saw an opportunity to help my sister out, so they did. This obviously does not require them to suddenly give my brother and I an equal gift.
I guess this means I’m mature now? I guarantee things would not have gone down like this as a kid. If my parents came home and gave my little brother a new Batman toy, and me nothing, I would have gone freakin’ bananas and thrown an epic temper tantrum. But now that I’m older, I don’t really worry about fairness and all I try to do is be the best employee/blogger/husband/mentor/person I can be.
Life would be miserable if I expected it to be “fair”