Well, that’s sort of what I was getting at. If you grow with at least a few people in your life who are solidly middle class – and able to stay that way because they have reasonable attitudes about money – then there’s a good chance that you’ll be socialized into (some) appropriate money-managing behaviors. This hypothetical Sapp Jr.: his father sucks with money, but he went to good schools and lived in nice neighborhoods. His friends all come from families with money, and he can glean from those families how one is supposed to handle wealth. Moreover, having cash isn’t new to him, so, unlike a poorer person, he won’t be gobsmacked when he suddenly has a large sum in his bank account.
Obviously growing up with money correlates with being good at handling it, but causation runs both ways. Yes, part of it is that you’re learning from your parents, and if they’re good with money they’ll be more likely to have some of it. But, also, being poor tends to instill in people poor money-managing habits. Partly this is just a lack of experience and the skills that come with it. It’s also partly a matter of perspective: if you’ve always experienced money as something that hits your checking account (or, shudder, the check cashing store) and then is immediately bled away so you can pay your bills and scrape by, then you might grow to (subconsciously) see money as inherently transitory. It’s perishable, so you’d better make the most of it before it vanishes.
And besides, the strategies and attitudes that make someone near the poverty line “good with money” don’t necessarily translate well into making an affluent person “good with money.” The two are hardly completely separate, but nor are they completely similar.
That, also, is sort of what I was getting at. Someone growing up wealthy is likely to understand the value of having a legitimate professional handle their money, even if they, themselves, couldn’t multiply 1.07 by $10,000. Some 19 year old who just got made a Top 10 NBA draft pick, OTOH, is distressingly likely to trust his paycheck to broke, dumb-ass Uncle Bob, because, shit, I don’t know about this money stuff, and he says I need someone I can trust to look out for me.
(All of these are generalities, nothing is set in stone, etc. Among my friends, the one who’s most knowledgeable and responsible with money comes from “shanty Irish” [his term, not mine], and is more-or-less pathologically fastidious about money because he’s so horrified by what his family does with it. So, you never know.)