What are some things that you were ungrateful for as a child?

Pretty much everything…I was a kid! lol
I think you have to learn to do without before you can know how good you have it.

My parents were all about attaching strings. Nothing was ever given but you were reminded where it came from and what you had to do to keep it/make sure there would be more.

The sacrifices my parents had to make in order to properly raise my six siblings and I.

All the praise and attention my brother got because he was so super smart.
My problems with my body image because my mother was worried she had
a “chubby” daughter.
I had curly hair and wanted straight hair.
I never remember my mother telling me she loved me.
I never felt like my mother was someone you could confide in.

I was outraged that my fabulous architectural plans for a backyard horse stable were rejected. What ungrateful parents, to not see the genius in my 8 year old plan, my use of space and creative design was brilliant and I couldn’t believe they were so not on board, especially my dad who was an architect. lol

I didn’t appreciate the effort (not sure I’d actually refer to it as being “ungrateful ” it took for my mom to get a child (me) dressed and off to school, herself dressed and off to work, come back after working all day long and then cook, supervise homework, read to me and then to bed. I really appreciate it now because I’m doing the same thing with my own child.

It wasn’t until I went away to college that I was appreciative of how varied my mother’s oozing was. We routinely had curry, enchiladas, Chinese food and a lots of other dishes.

I almost died one time in the hospital and I didn’t understand exactly what had happened. I can’t remember a ton from the hospitalization but I remember being grumpy with the nurse because of how uncomfortable I was…the nurse who saved my life. That still eats at me a lot.

Money. I was not allowed to use money so I had no idea how valuable it was. Once someone gave me a dollar bill (yes, a dollar bill), I just thank them and put in on the couch and walked away. Got a hell of a lecture from mom for being so ungrateful after that. The lecture didn’t change my mind though.

Come on! If you wanted me to appreciate money, why didn’t you let me use money first?

The fact that my mother put a hot meal on the table most nights despite her not being a very good cook and really disliking cooking. It was often barely edible, but she tried.

My mother’s cooking. She could make great meals with very basic ingredients.

All of the basic necessities that I didn’t know others didn’t have.

I was ungrateful for the time I had with my parents, now both gone. How I wish I had some of it back.

I really cant think of a thing. I was in awe of how my parents could be flat broke, but every single Christmas there was a heaping mound of gifts under the tree. I loved our huge rural property, and having trees to climb.
I wanted store bought clothes, but at least the clothes my mother made were super cool, and when I asked for white knee boots like the Dallas Cowgirls wore I got them.
I liked my school. I liked my friends. I ate well. I was glad for what I had.