Tears welled up in my eyes… no money…what I was going to tell my siblings. I promised them, promised them she would pay us. I couldn’t believe it… how I could be so cruel. These are the emotions and thoughts that flashed through my mind every time I look at this picture. Looking at the picture that my mother took of all her children that day makes my mind race through the annals of history till it gets to that specific moment in my life. Today thirty five years ago.
I walked into the kitchen head held high and handed my mother this letter. 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 younger 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
After reading it she asked, and what is this for? Being eager for the money I told her ‘oh, it’s for all the chores we did around the house this weekend…and don’t worry we gave you a discounted price.’ I then went on to give her a full detailed account of what we had done. Well, while I was rambling on an on, she just stood their staring at me and wrote the following: 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:
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
I took the pen wrote something on it and went to my room.
O mother, I can still see the look on your face that day when I turned my back on you in the kitchen, the amount of grieve and pain I caused you is...