Last Spring, the girls reached an age where money means something. Currency, on the other hand, is another issue all together. Trying to tell a child that 10 (KRONER) is equal to 2 (DOLLARS) is a stumper. One hundred sounds like a big number, until someone tries to tell you it’s 20 bucks. Not sure why we even bother…they only work in kroner, these girls of ours.
They get a small allowance on Sundays, when we feel that they have been good about helping out around the house (which is not every week, I might add). They also decided to try and have a couple of sidewalk sales over the summer – this is very common in Copenhagen – all summer you see kids outside with a blanket of goods for sale.
Business was hopping…
In about 3 hours, they made 200kr (about $40) mostly on cold juice and homemade cookies (we have a fairly prime location for this kind of thing). The following weekend, they made about $25 more. I wasn’t sure how they were going to react to suddenly having this much money. Naturally, they did what most kids their age would do – ask if they could go somewhere and spend it. Right away.
They did get to spend some of it right away, but it was also a good time to have a chat about saving and of course…giving. They each hand-painted a coffee tin to use as their own piggy bank. (They have beautiful, “real” piggy banks, given to them by their aunt & uncle, but they are full of American coins!)
We also made a give jar. They put some of their earnings in there and each week, if they get allowance, they are encouraged to put a bit in the “give” jar. We decided that when there is a substantial sum, we would make a donation to a charity of their choice. …And yes, it would be okay if they decide to give to animals, rather than people. Giving is giving.
To our surprise, we had a knock on the door last week and it was someone collecting money for the Red Cross. Matea answered the door and was handed a pamphlet and was spoken to in Danish. She ran to get the give jar and those girls emptied every single ore (penny) into that Red Cross tub. We didn’t have time to count it, but it was a rather hefty sum. They were so proud. Of course, so were their parents.