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 sister
while you went shopping,.25
For taking out the trash,$1.
For getting a good report card,$5
For raking the yard,$2
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 schooling.
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.
No Charge.
Well, when he finished reading,
he had great big tears
in his eyes he looked up at me
and he said,
"Mom, I sure do love you.
"Then he took the pen and in
great big letters he wrote :