Wednesday, February 23, 2011


One little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper and he 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 is said:
For cutting grass $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week $1.00
For going to the store for you $0.50
Baby sitting my kid-brother while you went shopping $0.25
Taking out the garbage $1.00
For getting a good report card $5.00
For cleaning up the yard $2.00
Total owed $14.75
“Well,” his mother looked at him standing there expectantly, and the boy, could see the memories
flashing through her mind. So she picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on and this is what she wrote:
For the 9 months I carried you while you were growing inside me-no charge.
For all nights that I have sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you-no charge.
For all the crying times and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years there’s no charge.
When you add it all up, the cost of my love is--no charge.
For the toys, food, clothes and even wiping your nose, there’s no charge, son.
And when you add it all up, the full cost of real love is no charges as well.
Friends, when our son finished reading what his mother had written, there were great 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"

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