Skip to main content

3 jars of money :: a metaphor fro life


my 5 year old son has been bitten early by the money bug. he is beginning to feel the powerful lure of the dollar and knows that it is a means to get him things he wants. he has already asked us for an allowance (which we have decidedly said no to), and is further fascinated by the notion of winning money as on a scratch ticket (sadly, after noticing that the world is littered with them and inquiring about them).

admittedly, i am not the greatest of finacial planners by any stretch of the imagination and it is something i need to continually work on, especially this day in age. as a child i remember my feelings about money more than i remember the practicality of how to manage it. i had a big plastic piggy bank that i regularly pilchered quarters and dollar bills from, tenaciously using a bobby pin to coax them out the top slot as it had no other access. saving my money was never a big priority as i was fortunate enough to have all my needs met, and many of my wants, when i was growing up...yet wanting and having i realize are only a small part of the equasion.

i want my son to have the entire formula, and i hope to help him gain the skills and desire to successfully control his financial destiny. i see managing all those nickles and dimes today as a powerful metaphor for living a balanced and happy life tomorrow.

inspired by an article written by another mom, i adopted her wonderful idea of 3 jars of money. the concept is simple enough for a young child to understand but the richness of the lessons are endless and can be built upon as my son gets older, which is why i love it!

together, my son and i labeled 3 containers: save, give, spend. we talked a bit about what each of these meant and why they are all important...that when the save jar is full we will get to go to the bank and deposit the money into his savings account, using his very own bank book, and he can watch that number grow and grow...how when the give jar is full he can decide what cause he wants to support and how good it feels to be able to help those in need...then of course how when his spend jar fills up what he might decide to go and buy with that money.

he happily went to the task of sorting his money among the three jars, excited that he could decide where his coins would go. as he learns this new concept, we agreed that when he has money he must put something into each jar, but he gets to choose how much goes in each (of course most went into the spend jar, but that's ok for now). when he is older i imagine we will work out percentages in a more mature and mathmatical way as we build on the complexities of budgeting and saving. by then though, i hope he will be well on his way to understanding the freedom that comes from being responsible and thoughtful with his money. it is an invaluable gift i think.



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Inner Alchemy Cards: Build A New World Deck

Our next make-your-own card adventure is finally here! Inner Alchemy Collage: Build A New World Deck (online) is an artful exploration of language, learning, inspiration, and collaboration, that delves into important ideas around activism and systems of oppression. This is a way for us to examine and disrupt harmful dominant narratives, tell new stories, and inspire one another to use our creativity and personal power to help build the collective world we all want to live in! In the end you will have a beautiful and meaningful handmade deck of 35 oracle cards to use as unique a tool for guidance and reflection whenever you need it.  I'm your host,  Mindy Tsonas Choi , an artist, organizer, radical belonging activist, and the founder of the Be Seen Project - a grassroots initiative resourcing BIPOC artist and makers working in activism. Join me along with other stellar artists, makers and co-creators who have also been exploring social justice and activism as part of their creativ

The Cost of Selling Belonging

As someone who use to sell belonging and believed I was creating something universally magical , I now have fresh eyes on the harm that I once caused. I understand what can (and was) incredibly healing and impactful for some, was at the same time excluding, marginalizing and undervaluing others. First, to anyone who ever felt like they did not belong to anything I created because they were unable to afford it or felt like they did not have the social capitol to join -  I am sincerely sorry for not seeing you sooner .   To our entire creative community as a whole, I urge us all to think about belonging in new and equitable ways, and to do the work of dismantling these hierarchical structures that leave so many people out of the circle. We all deserve to have access to creativity and belonging, and I'd go so far as to say both are fundamental basic human needs and rights. Selling belonging can look like... Creating spaces and experiences that can only be accessed by buying in at one,

what's in a name?

It’s May 14, 2020 and I’m on a transnational call with a social worker and translator of the SOS Children’s Village offices in South Korea. It’s 7pm my time and 9am the next day in Korea, which adds to the surreal quality of the moment. It is my first long distance call following my inquiry with the organization documented to be my first place of entry into the system, found in my Korean records (the acquisition of which is an incredible story in and of itself). It was July 21, 1972 and I was 5 months old. It’s a small miracle the organization still exists, and an even bigger blessing that they took such time and care in searching for information and to talk it all through with me in person. I try not to cry as the call connects. What I learn is a lot of small details about that fateful evening which amount to nothing traceable, but still feel like huge missing pieces of my life. I was left near the entrance around 7pm under a small tree, wrapped in a blanket with only a name scribble