Sometimes I worry my little ones don’t realize how good they have things. It is important to me that they understand there are many people who have less than us and live incredibly sad lives. For this reason, I engage them once a month in what I refer to as an “immersive humility excursion” to the Hackensack, New Jersey mall.
We spend hours wandering the hallowed halls imagining what it’s like to live their impossibly tragic lives. To give them a taste of financial burdens, I only give the boys $10 to spend. It really forces them to consider what they want and the value of things. Last time we went, the littlest one marveled at the economic disparity between classes and how it must conflict with racial tensions in a country with a vanishing middle class. His words! Not mine! It feels really fulfilling raising socially conscious wealthy boys. Worth way more than ten dollars.