A little boy went up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper. He handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mum dried her hands on the apron she was wearing, she read it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
For baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
For taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $80.00
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see that she was in deep thought. Then his mother picked up a pen, turned over the paper he had written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge.
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, nursed and prayed for you: No Charge.
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years: No Charge.
For all the nights filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge.
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge.
When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said,
“Mom, I sure do love you.”
And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote:
“Paid in full!”