'You're a tough grandmother,' said one of my sailing mates a couple of weeks ago.
Here's what I'd just explained to him. What do you think?
My oldest grandson, aged 18, whilst sitting at my dinner table about four weeks ago, suddenly said, 'I'd like to come and live with you, Robbie.' His parents are on an overseas posting for three years so he'd been boarding with his other grandparents for the latter part of last year. They've been very good to him but I sensed that all parties were happy to consider a change.
I replied, 'Sure you can, and here's the deal. I'll be a grandmother when I need to, but let's think of it as a flatting arrangement as much as possible.' My rationale - because his money management skills are very haphazard he would struggle financially once he left school and went into a normal flatting situation. Therefore, the best way I could play my part in helping to equip him for his rapidly looming future was to help him learn to manage money in a safe and supportive environment.
We'd been on holiday together over the previous six weeks and I'd watched pocket money slip through his fingers, wasted on seductive non-essentials and rubbish such as chips and coke.
Also, there seemed to be no savings habit. I'd been party to a number of hopeful conversations which started along the lines of: 'I really need a computer, or better lenses for my camera, or .... '. Then would follow a pregnant and hopeful pause - would the Christmas Fairy (alias the listener) stump up with the goods? Saving for big items didn't appear to be on the radar.