Posted by :Hussein Adamally
I know so many who grumble to take care of their Parents. They have so much money and yet for all they still grumble to spend on them and to take care of them, what a shame. We live in a selfish world; we are so self-centered. We need our parents when we want them to take care of our children. I know a family where the mother is a slave in the house. The worst thing is when you grow old and helpless, you are dependent on your children, that’s when the true meaning of love is visible. This inspired me to write this post and would like to share this special story with you today.
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
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: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. 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 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 that were 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
Son, 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 at his mother and said,
I know so many who grumble to take care of their Parents. They have so much money and yet for all they still grumble to spend on them and to take care of them, what a shame. We live in a selfish world; we are so self-centered. We need our parents when we want them to take care of our children. I know a family where the mother is a slave in the house. The worst thing is when you grow old and helpless, you are dependent on your children, that’s when the true meaning of love is visible. This inspired me to write this post and would like to share this special story with you today.
A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and 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 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
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
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: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. 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 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 that were 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
Son, 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 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".
The Moral of this story:
· You will never know how much your parents are worth till you become a parent
· Be a giver not an asker, especially with your parents. There is a lot to give, besides money.
Advice:
IF your mom & dad are alive and close to you give them a big kiss and ask them for forgiveness and cherish them. If they are far away, call them, visit them. If they have passed away, pray for them.