When I walked to school with Liam this morning, we talked about money. Or rather, he talked about money and I wondered where he gets his information.
“It’s better to have a million dollars than just a thousand dollars,” he said. “Because then you don’t have to make any choices. You can do whatever you want. We could go to France and China and Japan…”
We’ve been talking about a family trip to France this summer for my mom’s 70th birthday. Going to France might mean not renting a house at the beach this summer, mostly because of time constraints, but has Liam been listening to our conversations and determined for himself that a bigger checkbook would make it all possible?
“You need a lot of money to be happy, you know. Then we could have a bigger apartment because you and Daddy say that Caleb and I wouldn’t fight so much if we each had our own room…”
Well, seems to me that you and your brother would fight even if you lived in the Taj freakin Mahal…but how can I explain to him that by NYC standards we’ve got a pretty good gig: two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a laundry room (okay, a ten year old can’t appreciate the joy of having laundry in the apartment rather than in the basement of the building, but still…) Sure, three bedrooms would be nice–but does saying that in front of him make him think that what we’ve got is insufficient?
I suggest that Daddy and I think it’s more important to do something you love and not necessarily something that makes lots of money.
“No, mommy, you’re wrong. Because you can just do the job you don’t like until you have a lot of money and then you can get a better job that makes you happy.”
I find myself humming Harry Chapin.
“Plus think of all the soccer players who have these really big charities so they can help people and do stuff for their families, and they couldn’t do that if they didn’t make a lot of money.”
Kid’s got a point.
“And besides, you could learn to love whatever job it is. Even if you don’t at first. It’s just if you start learning something early then you might learn to love it. Like me and BLTs. I mean, I don’t like them now but I could learn to like them.”
YOU? Like a sandwich with tomatoes and lettuce? Never gonna happen.
