June 30, 2010 11:40am CST
a little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing suffer, and he handed him 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 10.00 for cleaning up my room this week 20.00 0for going to the store for you 5.00 taking out the garbage 5.00 for getting a good report card 50.00 for cleaning up and raking the yard 5.00 total owed 95.00 His mother looked at him standing there expectantly, 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 nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me, No Charge. For all the nights that i've sat up with you, doctored and pray for you, No Charge. For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years, 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 Charge. When the son finished reading what his mother had written, there were great big old 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."