This was everyone’s reaction when I said my father was a developmental consultant:
Then of course, there was fundraising.
When your parent works at a nonprofit, you have to raise funds from your school. Here’s what asking for money the first time felt like:
And after a while it began to feel like this:
Things only got worse as I got older.
When university applications approached, everybody wanted to do something that ‘looked good on their CV’. My only response was:
Things at home were rather different too.
Whenever my brother or I wanted to go out with friends, negotiating permission looked a little like this:
Not to mention, I never got much sympathy from my parents for the mountains of homework I had:
That said, living with parents in the development sector had its benefits.
For one, as a child, my father always knew how to put me to sleep:
And, of course, there were the wild work parties:
All in all, growing up with parents in the development sector was a mixed experience. It had its ups, and it had its downs, and, above all, it had LOTS of awful puns.
Mom: Finally sent in the plan for governmental funding.
Dad: I take it for granted that you are relieved. I propose we go out to dinner to celebrate. I will fund it myself.