Today I am thankful that I can provide for my child without any hardship. (Honestly, I think Mila is spoiled and something needs to change about that).
When I was young, my parents struggled to provide for my brother and I. I had a lot of hand-me-down clothes from my cousin, (that quickly didn’t work for me because she’s so petite) and we had a lot of boxed macaroni and cheese and hotdogs for dinner, (which may be why I loathe hotdogs now). I did learn values from this and there isn’t a single thing I regret from my childhood. I’m just thankful that I don’t have to feel that struggle and desperation that my mother did, and that if Mila destroys a pair of shoes, I can easily go out and buy her a new pair.