My daughter has always swore she has been smarter than me since the day she was born.
I blame my own mother for her attitude.
“I hope you have children just like you!”?she told me consistently as I?was growing up.
Recently my daughter called to talk about what we had planned for the summer when she and her brother, Mason come to visit.
I went over the plans we had for the summer. And I?reminded her that she and I could go on bike rides this summer with the new bike she got for her birthday.
“Yeah, real nice mom,”?Maddie told me. “You made me buy my own bike for my birthday.”?
Trying to explain how money works to this eight-year-old is impossible.
I thought that by giving her money for her birthday and taking her to pick out the bike, while explaining the lesson of only spending what you have, would have made perfect sense to her.
Once she pocketed the money she announced she would like to stop at the mall.
“Maddie, they don’t sell bikes at the mall,”?I tried to reason with her.
“But it’s my birthday and you said for the day we could do anything I?wanted,” she countered.
I opened my mouth to explain what I had really meant, but she had already climbed in the car and slammed the door shut.
On the drive to the mall I?tried to explain that instead of buying her a bike for her birthday I?wanted her to pick out one for herself because I?thought she would enjoy that. In addition, I?went on, I wanted her to learn the value of money.
“I know, mom,”?she said in a remarkably adolescent tone. “I want to go to the mall to look at feather earrings. I?have three dollars of my own money ya know.”?
Once in the mall it was like she has a radar for feather earrings. She zoned in on the jewelry store Claire’s. This store has wall to wall earrings and for a little girl with newly pierced ears, it was like Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory.
“Mom, I really want feather earrings more than a bike,” she pleaded.
I explained to her that if she got the feather earrings it reduced the price of the bike she could pick out.
“That’s fine!” she yelled as she swiped the earrings off the shelf and proceeded to the cashier in the front of the store.
When I?finally caught up with her, the cashier was explaining to her that it was buy one pair and get the other pair half-off. I thanked the cashier and told her that we were fine with one pair of feather earrings despite the savings on two pairs.
Page 2 of 2 - Maddie proclaimed she was finished at the mall and we could now proceed to a store for her to pick out a bike.
Once inside the store that sold bikes, she was more interested in clothes than bikes. With some prodding, pushing and pulling, we managed to make it to the bike aisle.
After some debate over price, size, color, handle bar sparkles, baskets on the front of the bike and a horn, she picked the chosen one.
As she slapped her money on the cashier counter she mumbled again, “I?don’t think it’s fair I?have to buy my own bike for my birthday.”?
I bit my lip before I almost muttered the cursed words, “I?hope you have a daughter just like you some day.”?