You know that story of the Fisherman's Wife who, when given a little, kept wanting more and more until, eventually, she was left with nothing again?
I feel a bit like that wife right now. Well, indirectly.
About a week after blogging about the sad but true state of our personal finances, I was faced with my mom and dad in my living room. After having a casual cup of tea and making small talk, my mom said to my father, "Where's your check book, Doug?"
"Oh yea," my dad said. "We read your blog and want to give you some money."
Oh the shame!
"I don't need your money, Dad," I said, with as much conviction as a girl in debt can muster. "I'm a grown woman. We'll be alright."
But, as you might guess, he insisted. And I accepted a check from my dad.
The first thing we did was get our car shocks fixed and subsequently inspected. I am almost positive that it was that little detail, where I said our inspection was overdue and our shocks were shot, that was the clincher for him. It was the perfect bait for an overprotective, worrywart of a father who can't resist the paternal urge to take care of his daughters no matter their age or station in life.
While I never wrote the post with that sort of response in mind, (My dad doesn't normally read my blog. My mom said he happened to come in and read over her shoulder in this particular case.) I can't help but chuckle about it. That is when I'm not feeling stupid for not being in a more financially secure place in my life, at my age.
And, for some reason, it makes me think of the Fisherman's Wife and how, if I were her, I would be devising a way to get more, bigger, better things, out of my big fish of a dad, the King of the sea. But I am not the Fisherman's Wife. And I would do no such thing.
But I can't help wondering what sort of sob story would I have to tell to get him to make me a Queen and get me a palace with a fine coach drawn by six white horses? And, after that, to be in charge of the moon and sun?
This is what comes from reading too many childrens stories.