Natalia Lebedinskaia/Getty ImagesLike many millennials, I grew up comfortably middle-class. First-generation wealthy. My childhood was full of music lessons, sports, and even trips to Disney World. But now, as a parent myself, I’m reckoning with a demoralizing truth: I cannot come close to this for my own kids. I can’t afford to give them the childhood I had. I am prone to replaying my own childhood highlight reel and, despite knowing full well that comparison is the thief of joy, comparing the sh*t out of it anyway. It’s getting harder — and bleaker — to say no to the things I never had to th...

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