When I first floated the idea of writing a post about what it’s like when your kid’s best friend at school is loaded past the Kid Scoop gang, Casey and Lori immediately thought the kid was packing heat to preschool.
My son’s best friend is from a very wealthy family. In an oil town like Calgary, wealth is everywhere (I tailed a Maserati through downtown last week), and this family swims with some of the big fishes.
They had a bouncy castle in their foyer for their son’s 5th birthday party. They have an indoor swimming pool — a big one. Their driveways is at least 1/4 mile long, and their parking lot can hold 15 cars.
The kid has described his house as “a castle.” And you know what? It is. It’s massive. Huge. When we went their for the first Halloween party last year my wife and I just looked at each other and gulped.
“This is where our son’s best friend lives?”
My wife and I both work, and each month we hit our budget number on the mark. We live in a cookie-cutter 1700 sq ft home in a new subdivision where all the houses look the same. Just like in the Weeds theme song. We’re doing fine, but we could barely fit a bouncy castle in our backyard, never mind our non-existent foyer.
So how does a regular kid deal with the richest family at the school?
You treat them just like anyone else.
My son’s best friend is totally normal, and his parents are awesome. At the birthday party his dad was on the carpet playing cars with the boys. At our recent Mom Swap, she came and bought a couple of tables to sell her old baby gear and maternity clothes just like everyone else.
Since the boys are in a half-day pre-school, a couple of times a month we do afternoon trade-offs. Our son goes there, then he comes here.
He doesn’t think it’s weird that we don’t have a pool. He doesn’t think anything different of my son because he has a small betta fish in a tank instead of 3 giant aquariums (one filled with piranhas).
We, as adults, think it’s intimidating or weird, the boys just love each other and enjoy each others’ company.
My wife and I have learned to loosen up, and stop trying to keep up.
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