My first lessons about money didn’t come from a textbook. They came from watching my father at the kitchen table.
Dad was an entrepreneur, accountant, business consultant, and business broker. He taught me bookkeeping when I was thirteen. I also grew up listening to conversations about businesses, financial statements, difficult decisions, successes, and mistakes that I wouldn’t fully understand until years later.
But that kitchen table taught me something else, too.
My father was often better at helping other people solve financial problems than he was at giving our personal finances that same attention. I watched bills pile up. I felt the difference between good months and thin ones. And I learned early that money is never only about money. It changes the atmosphere of a home.
Years later, Dad and I would spend long breakfasts and cups of coffee talking about those years. We talked about what he had learned, mistakes he had seen and made, and what he would do differently if he could do it all again.