Over the years, I never wanted this moment to come because it’s too much for anyone to handle—there’s so much confusing information, and for a child it’s probably even worse. But he’s grown up now and wants to buy his own things, and that’s good because it means he’s becoming a little more independent. At the same time, though, it’s very difficult to help him understand the context of how money is used in this country.
They recently opened a snack bar at my son’s school—it’s strange, but there wasn’t one there before—and my son told me he wanted to buy something there. That made me realize it was indeed time to explain to him how to pay. He saw all those bills (bolívares) and thought I’d given him a fortune—he even called them “dollars.” The thing is, in this country, paying for things is always a bit different; it’s hard enough to explain it to an adult, let alone a kid who sees a huge pile of bills and is told that it’s basically not enough for almost anything, hahaha.
To put this in context for those who don’t live in Venezuela, the amount of money I’m holding in my hand is equivalent to a little over $2. It’s crazy because in any other country, that many bills—even if they’re the smallest denomination—are worth more than this. And it’ll get even harder when I explain that there are places that charge in dollars but at the Binance rate or the Venezuelan Central Bank rate—and sometimes at the euro rate. It seems crazy to me to think about how to explain that. I mean, for me it’s already normal—I’m used to it—but a child would probably be very confused by all that information.
The good thing is that he figured out how to pay for his popsicle tomorrow at school, and I don't know how much it costs, but I hope it's less than $2, hahaha. We pretended that he was buying popsicles for me and his dad several times so he could practice and understand how giving change and paying works. This practice went really well; now we just have to wait until tomorrow to see if he pulls it off or not.



