A Five Year Old Gets It, We Don’t
My wife went for a walk with a friend of hers yesterday and had a really interesting experience:
So we’re walking along the sidewalk and up ahead we see this cute little five-year-old boy standing there with a little table in front of him. On the table is a little plastic bag with some money in it and some construction paper of different colors. And he says to us, “Hi! Do you want to look through my drawings and buy one? I’ll take anything, but I’m trying to get a 20-dollar bill.”
He was so cute so we were like “Sure, let’s take a look at your drawings.” So we’re looking through his drawings and the whole time he’s talking.
“That one’s not very good, I wouldn’t take that one. This is the money I’ve made so far, but my sister gave me the coins. I’m trying for a 20-dollar bill. I’m not very good at selling but I’m working on it. My sister gave me all the coins.”
Then we realize that neither one of us has any money, so we tell him we’re really sorry but all we have is like 25 cents. I tell him, “Sorry but we don’t have any dollars.”
And the kid goes, “Oh. Really? Well, here, you can have some of mine!”
And he starts taking money out of his bag and giving it to us! He gives us each a dollar and we both smile and I say to him, “Thank you so much! Now we have a dollar to buy a drawing from you.”
And the boy says, “No, it’s OK. You can keep it. You don’t have any money, so you can take it. Now you have some money.”
But of course we gave him his money back. We wished him luck and as we walked away we saw his parents sitting on the lawn a few steps away and they asked us which picture we “bought.” We told them it was a Pokemon and that they had a very cute kid. They smiled waved at us goodbye.
Forget about the cute-factor of a story with a five-year-old boy trying to sell his drawings on the sidewalk for a second (I know it’s hard), and think about how his mind worked when my wife and friend said they didn’t have any money. His logic went something like this:
They have no money. I have a bag filled with money. I should give them some of my money.
He wasn’t interested in giving to make himself feel good. He wasn’t interested in getting something in return. He just figured he would share because these two girls didn’t have money and he did.
Why is it so hard for us to share our money with others? At what point does the little boy’s logic disappear and turn us into greedy, money-obsessed adults? Why do wealthy people get so angry when they have to pay more in taxes than poor people who have no money?
I don’t know the answers, but if a five-year old gets it, then it shouldn’t be impossible for the rest of us to get it too.
Photo by Orin Optiglot
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