The
Price of a Child
The government recently calculated the cost of raising child
from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140 for a middle income
family. Talk about sticker shock. That doesn't even touch college
tuition. For those with kids, that figure leads to wild fantasies
about all the things we could have bought, all the places we
could have traveled, all the money we could have banked if not
for (insert child's name here). For others, that number might
confirm the decision to remain childless.
But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates
into $8,896.66 a year, $741.38 a month or $171.08 a week. That's
a mere $24.44 a day. Just over a dollar an hour. Still, you
might think the best financial advice says don't have children
if you want to be rich. It's just the opposite.
There's no way to put a price tag on:
- Feeling a new life move for the first time and seeing the
bump of a knee rippling across your skin.
- Having someone cry, "It's a boy!" or shout, "It's
a girl!" then hearing the baby wail and knowing all that
matters is it's healthy.
- Counting all 10 fingers and toes for the first time.
- Feeling the warmth of fat cheeks against your breast.
- Cupping an entire head in the palm of your hand.
- Making out da da or ma ma from all the cooing and gurgling.
What do you get for your $160,140?
- Naming rights. First, middle and last.
- Glimpses of God every day.
- Giggles under the covers every night.
- More love than your heart can hold.
- Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.
- Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds and warm cookies.
- A hand to hold, usually covered with jam.
- A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites, building sandcastles
and skipping down the sidewalk in the pouring rain.
- Someone to laugh yourself silly with no matter what the boss
said or how your stocks performed that day.
For $160,140, You never have to grow up. You get to fingerprint,
carve pumpkins, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs and
never stop believing in Santa Claus.
You have an excuse to keep reading the adventures of Piglet
and Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, going to Disney
movies and wishing on stars.
You get to frame rainbows, hearts and flowers under refrigerator
magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas,
hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day and cards with backward
letters for Father's Day.
For $160,140, there's no greater bang for your buck. You get
to be a hero just for retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof,
taking the training wheels off the bike, removing a sliver,
filling the wading pool, coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs and
coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated
to ice cream regardless.
You get a front row seat to history to witness the first step,
first word, first bra, first date, first time behind the wheel.
You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your
family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your
obituary called grandchildren.
You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice,
communications and human sexuality no college can match. In
the eyes of a child, you rank right up there with God. You have
the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away monsters under the bed,
patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever
and love them without limits, so one day they will, like you,
love without counting the cost.
-Author Unknown
I'm
Just a Mother? Excuse Me???
A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school,
another mother I knew well rushed up to me.
Emily was fuming with indignation. "Do you know what
you and I are?" she demanded. Before I could answer
and I didn't really have one handy she blurted out the reason
for her question. It seemed she had just returned from
renewing her driver's license at The County Clerk's office.
Asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation, Emily had
hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "Do
you have a job, or are you just a.....?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm
a mother."
"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife'
covers it," said the recorder emphatically. I forgot
all about her story until one day I found myself in the same
situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and
possessed of a high-sounding title like "Official Interrogator"
or "Town Registrar. "And what is your occupation?"
she probed. What made me say it, I do not know.
The words simply popped out. "I'm a Research Associate
in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked
up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title
slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I
stared with wonder as my pompous pronouncement was written in
bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just
what you do in your field?" Coolly, without any trace of
fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing
program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory
and in the field (normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already
have four credits (all daughters). "Of course, the
job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mother
care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more
like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill
careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just
money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice
as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered
me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new
career, I was greeted by my lab assistants - ages 13,7, and
3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model (6
months) in the child-development program, testing out a new
vocal pattern. I felt triumphant! I had scored a
beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records
as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
"just another mother."
Motherhood...what a glorious career. Especially when there's
a title on the door. Send this to another Mother you know.
Whether a stay at home Mom or a career Mom, we should all carry
this title.
This is the best one I've read yet about being a Mother!!
Hope I can remember next time I have to fill out a form that
I'm a "Research Associate in the field of Child Development
and Human Relations."
One-liners
from God
1. Give God what's
right - not what's left.
2. "Pray"
is a four-letter word you can say anywhere - except in public
schools.
3. Man's way leads
to a hopeless end - God's way leads to an endless hope.
4. A lot of kneeling
will keep you in good standing.
5. He who kneels
before God can stand before anyone.
6. To be almost saved
is to be totally lost.
7. In the sentence
of life, the devil may be a comma - but never let him be the
period.
8. Don't put a question
mark where God puts a period.
9. God grades on
the cross, not the curve.
10. Are you wrinkled
with burden? Come to the church for a facelift.
11. When praying,
don't give God instructions - just report for duty.
12. God doesn't want
shares of your life - He wants a controlling interest.
13. Don't wait for
six strong men to take you to church.
14. We don't change
God's message - His message changes us.
15. The church is
prayer-conditioned.
16. When God ordains,
He sustains.
17. WARNING: Exposure
to the Son may prevent burning.
18. Plan ahead -
It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.
19. Most people want
to serve God, but only in an advisory position.
20. Suffering with
truth decay? Brush up on your Bible.
21. Exercise daily
- walk with the Lord.
22. Coincidences
happen when God chooses to remain anonymous.
23. Wisdom has two
parts - 1) having a lot to say 2) not saying it.
24. Never give the
devil a ride - he will always want to drive.
25. A clean conscience
makes a soft pillow.
26. Nothing else
ruins the truth like stretching it.
27. Compassion is
difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.
28. He who angers
you controls you.
29. Worry is the
darkroom in which negatives can develop.
30. Give Satan an
inch & he'll be a ruler.
31. Forbidden fruits
create many jams.
32. Be ye fishers
of men - you catch them & He'll clean them.
33. Deciding not
to choose Jesus is still making a choice.
34. God doesn't call
the qualified; He qualifies the called.
35. Read the Bible
- It will scare the hell out of you.
36. If God is your
copilot - swap seats.