They Say ‘You’ll Be Fine’—But If You Ever Boiled Water Just to Take a Bath, You Know There Are Parts of Growing Up Poor That Never Leave You
There are certain memories that don’t fade with time. They don’t soften or blur at the edges. They stay sharp, almost physical, like you could reach out and touch them. For me, one of those memories starts in a small kitchen, late at night, with a pot of water rattling on the stove.
If you’ve never boiled water just to take a bath, this might sound strange. Maybe even dramatic. But if you have, you already know exactly where this story is going.
Growing up poor isn’t always about not having food or clothes. Sometimes it’s about routines that feel normal when you’re living them, but later in life, you realize how heavy they were. Back then, boiling water wasn’t a symbol of hardship. It was just… what we did.
The house would be quiet. Too quiet. Usually because everyone was tired. The kind of tired that comes from long days, from worrying without saying it out loud. Someone would fill a big metal pot with water and set it on the stove. The flame would flicker underneath, and we’d wait. And wait.
Steam would slowly rise, fogging the air, making the kitchen feel warmer than the rest of the house. There was something comforting about that warmth, even if it came from necessity. When the water finally boiled, it wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.
That hot water would be carefully carried to the bathroom, mixed with cold water in a tub or bucket, stretched as far as possible so everyone could get clean. No long showers. No letting the water run. Every drop mattered.
At the time, I didn’t think of it as being “poor.” I thought of it as being normal.
Everyone around me lived in a similar way. We shared tips instead of money. How to make hot water last longer. How to reheat it safely. How to wash quickly without wasting anything. It wasn’t survival in the dramatic sense. It was quiet problem-solving, passed down like family wisdom.
But here’s the thing people don’t talk about: those habits don’t disappear when your situation changes.
Even years later, in places with hot water on demand, I still find myself checking the temperature twice. Still feeling a little uneasy letting the shower run too long. Still hearing an inner voice reminding me that hot water is something you earn, not something you waste.
Growing up poor teaches you awareness. Constant awareness.
You notice things other people don’t. The sound of appliances running too long. Lights left on in empty rooms. Food being thrown away. You notice because, once upon a time, those things meant something. They meant risk. They meant discomfort later.
And bathing, something many people associate with comfort and relaxation, carried its own weight. It wasn’t just about getting clean. It was about timing. Planning. Sharing resources without arguing. Making sure the next person still had enough.
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