No More Debit Card

"So Mom, now that you are living here at Wellstone House and I'm keeping track of your checking account, I was thinking it might be better for you to have cash rather than using your debit card. What do you think?"

"I'd like that much better. I never have cash any more," she said.

I pulled her wallet out of her purse, quickly found her debit card wrapped in her latest receipt from the $65 Ben Franklin's field trip a few days earlier and stuffed it into my jacket pocket. Mom watched me put the two ten dollar bills into the outside zipper section of her wallet. She expressed relief at not having to deal with her debit card any more.

When I saw the charge in her bank account, I knew it was time to find some way to keep her spending down. She had purchased things she didn't need--a $10 magazine; a short-sleeve summer top with shiny, metallic dots; a "Pink Pig" punchneedle embroidery kit which she doesn't do; an "itty bitty baby" clothes crochet book which she already has; among other things.

It turned out I had endured needless anxiety anticipating the inevitable day when I would have to take her debit card away. What a relief!



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