Money does not make you happy. It might make life easier, but on the same hand it is the tough times that make you who you are. If you fork over money to these kids early on in life, what will they do for the rest of their lives.
I know people who have money and think they are happy, but at the end of the day when they are home alone with their things, they are less happy then another couple who is home with the one who has been through their side during tough times and who love and appreciates them. I would rather have a happy life with no money, then lots of money with a pretend life. Count your riches by family and friends who are there for you no matter what.
So true! My dad and step-mom are very well off (I don’t know how well off, but I know that my dad has two pensions and that one is over 75K per year which is more than double what my husband and I took home last year). My step-mom makes 6 figures per year with one of her jobs and I don’t know about her other job (military - back to reserves). My youngest sister has admitted that she is a snob about dining because that is how she was raised. Beside one step-brother, I am the second poorest in the family and have four children. However, I have a richness that my dad lacks, I see the beauty in spending time with my children and living a simple life.
I do, however, appreciate all that he has given without my asking. My Catholic education growing up, my college education (though I did pay for my books, car, and auto insurance out of my own money that I earned while working through college), and any other gifts he has given (paying for baptism and communion parties for my kids - though I never asked, buying our refrigerator, washer and dryer - again didn’t ask, and recently a trip to visit him over Christmas - there is no way we would have been able to afford a trip to a local hotel, let alone a partial cross-country trip that required a van rental).
I am happy for him that he is retired I just wish that he would relocate to where his grandchildren and family live, that he would finally see the value in the simple things of life and the things you can’t get back, like time spent with loved ones doing ordinary things. He may be financially rich, but it is I who is the one who is richer than he ever will be because I know my children, friends, and family, their struggles and successes, their world-views, their joys. I wish my dad would also know this too, I use to be mad at him over this, now I feel sorry for him that he can’t see what true wealth looks like and how to accumulate it.