This weekend I took my daughter to see "Ramona and Beezus," a movie based on the Ramona novels by Beverly Cleary Besides it being a little heavy on sappy romance for the six-year-old set, I was struck by the plot's recessionary vibe.
As a child, I read the Ramona series, but I remembered the redhead's antics, not the family's financial struggles.
Ramona's dad loses his job as a number-crunching vice president on the day workers ripped a big hole in the Quimby residence to add an extra bedroom. A heated conversation ensues about whether to put off the addition or risk default if he doesn't find a new gig.
For much of the film, we watch nine-year-old Ramona trying to process grown-up sized concepts like being "downsized" and having the "bank take your house," all the while worrying that the financial strain will cause her parents to divorce.
The Quimby's are maxed out. Bills are piling up and when the car breaks down, her dad juggles credit cards, trying to find one that won't be denied.
And then there's the depressing Mr. Quimby sub-plot. The artistic fellow got stuck in a well-paying VP job because he started a family. He was probably thrilled not to go to work each day. But those bills...
We never see her parents sit down and explain these worrying concepts to her. I'm guessing that would slow down the plot.
Real life parents often avoid tackling complex family financial matters with kids as well. It's difficult to know what to say. But saying nothing isn't the way to go, as we see when Ramona imagines a giant crane literally snatching the roof from over their heads, leaving nothing but the family cowering framed in the doorway, surrounded by rubble.