With his angelic plump cheeks that glistened like the petals of a morning rose he constantly found, saw, uncovered, salvaged and saved every single coin that crossed his budding path. Money wasn’t yet a commodity to him, money was a friend - a friend he loved to hold, to cherish, to visit, to count, to talk to.

One peaceful Sunday morning he bobbed into his mother’s bedroom at 09.05am, where his little, pink money box was safely guarded behind a pile of old jumpers and odd pyjamas. He’d rescued another 1 cent from the bottom of his dusty toy box; this tiny coin had just as much importance and value to him as the larger ones - it was the spirit of the money he loved, what it represented, the possibilities, the joy, the beauty and the fun it could create.

He turned his tin upside down and counted the coins with his mother, he naturally expressed excitement and awe despite the numbers and quantities washing over his innocent mind. After his mummy informed him that he had saved a whole €70, he just gazed at her and said,

¨But mummy, you didn’t say good morning to my money box today.¨

This is the way to be with money and this is the way money wants to be with you.

By Kat and Jacob x