One Sunday, I went to the boys’ room and saw my Big Bunso counting his savings. “Wow, you’ve got plenty of savings, my son. What will you buy or do with your money?” was my question.
My young man looked up at me and said in a timid tone, “Nothing mama. I just want to save a lot until I got so many money. I do not want to spend them. Counting my savings makes me happy.”
This did not please Momi Berlin. Though I am proud that my son knows how to save, I told him the story of The Miser and His Gold. I hope the story would teach him a lesson just like it taught the miser.
A Miser had buried his gold in a secret place in his garden. Every day he went to the spot, dug up the treasure and counted it piece by piece to make sure it was all there. He made so many trips that a Thief, who had been observing him, guessed what it was the Miser had hidden, and one night quietly dug up the treasure and made off with it.
When the Miser discovered his loss, he was overcome with grief and despair. He groaned and cried and tore his hair.
A passerby heard his cries and asked what had happened.
“My gold! O my gold!” cried the Miser, wildly, “someone has robbed me!”
“Your gold! There in that hole? Why did you put it there? Why did you not keep it in the house where you could easily get it when you had to buy things?”
“Buy!” screamed the Miser angrily. “Why, I never touched the gold. I couldn’t think of spending any of it.”
The stranger picked up a large stone and threw it into the hole.
“If that is the case,” he said, “cover up that stone. It is worth just as much to you as the treasure you lost!”
I stressed to my son that just like the miser, there is no harm in saving up for the future. His act is very commendable, knowing how to save at a very young age. What made it all wrong is counting his money piece by piece to make sure it was all there, and never thought of anything what to do with it.
“You should save with purpose. Others save for new rubber shoes, just like your brother. That makes his saving worthwhile. But keeping your money there with no intention of using it is just useless. Seeing how it has grown and how many you can amass is just hoarding. Just like in the Miser and His Gold story, ‘a possession is worth no more than the use we make of it.'”
My young man must have understood his momma. He mentioned he wants to come with me on my next visit to the bank to deposit his money. He knows that each of them has his own bank where we save their money for their education or future use. And some of it, he decides to buy the newest Diary of the Wimpy Kid copy to complete his collection.
This mother gave a sweet smile to her son and left him as he puts back his money inside his big jar.