A little boy came up to her mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper , and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: 50.00
For cleaning up my room this week: 10.00
For going to the store for you : 05.00
Baby- sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: 25
Taking out the garbage 10
For getting a good report card: 50
For cleaning up and raking the yard: 20
Total owed = 170
Well his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he had written on , and this is what he wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me :
NO CHARGE
For all the nights that I have sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you.
NO CHARGE
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you have caused through the years:
NO CHARGE
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and worries I knew were ahead:
NO CHARGE
For the toys, food , clothes, and even wiping your nose:
NO CHARGE
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
NO CHARGE
When the boy had finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, he looked straight at his mother and excitedly said, “Mom , I think I really really love you.” And then he took the pen and in big great letters he wrote :
“PAID IN FULL”
Moral of de story: You will never know your parents worth till you become a parent. Be a
Giver not an acquirer, especially with your parents. There is a lot to give besides money.
BECAUSE MONEY IS THE WORST WAY OF MEASURING HAPPINESS!!!!!
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