Paid in full
My little boy came into the kitchen this evening while I was fixing supper. And 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:
Harlan Howard
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