My mother taught me many great lessons. Managing the family budget(预算) was a very hard task, but she made it look like an easy one. Looking back, I honestly don't know how she did it. But we knew we had to get our pocket money by doing housework around the house. I can still remember how long it took to polish(擦亮) the legs of our coffee table. There is no doubt that my brothers can remember hours spent cleaning the house. Like the girls that grew up at the White house, we made our own beds. We had to keep track of our things, and if something was lost, it couldn't be replaced.
It was summer, and one day, my mother drove me to buy something we needed—and there it was in the window—a basket seemed smiling at me and I knew I had to have it.
“It's beautiful,” my mother said when I pointed it out to her. “What a nice basket,” I tried to hold off at first. I played it cool for a short while. But then I guess I couldn't stand it any longer.
“ Mom, please! Can I please, please get it? I'll do more housework for as long as you say, I'll do anything, but I need that basket. I love that basket. Please, Mom. Please?”
My mother bought the beautiful basket and put it safely in some hiding place I couldn't find.
Each week I eagerly(急切地,渴望地) counted my growing money, which I made by doing more housework here and there in order to make my bike that looked ugly without the basket in front not so ugly any longer. And then, weeks later, I counted, recounted and jumped for joy. I made it! I finally had the money we'd agreed upon…
And then came the lesson I've taken with me through my life. “Honey, your basket is special,” Mom said,” Because you paid for it yourself. “