My little boy came into the
kitchen this evening while I was fixing supper. He handed me a piece of paper he'd
been writing on. So, after wiping my hands on my apron, I read it, and this is what
it said:
For mowing the grass, $5.
For making my own bed this
week, $1.
For going to the store $.50.
For playing with baby brother
while you went shopping, $.25.
For taking out the trash, $1.
For getting a good report card,
$5.
And for raking the yard, $2.
Well, I looked at him standing
there expectantly, and a thousand memories flashed through my mind. So, I picked up the
paper, and turning it over, this is what I wrote:
For the nine months I carried
you, growing inside me, No Charge.
For the nights I sat up with
you, doctored you, prayed for you, No Charge.
For the time and the tears, and
the cost through the years, No Charge.
For the nights filled with
dread, and the worries ahead, No Charge.
For advice and the knowledge,
and the cost of your college, No Charge.
For the toys, food and clothes,
and for wiping your nose, No Charge.
Son, when you add it all up,
the full cost of my love is No Charge.
Well, when he finished reading,
he had great big tears in his eyes. And he looked up at me and he said, "Mama,
I sure do love you." Then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote:
PAID IN FULL.