Showing posts with label ponderings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ponderings. Show all posts

Friday, March 6, 2009

The Price of Children

I received this by email today. I don't normally post this kind of stuff, but today this really resonated with me.
Sometimes our jobs as moms can be so repetitious. I think we could all use a reminder of what an awesome job we have.

The Price of Children


The government recently calculated the cost of raising a
child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140.00 for a middle income family. Talk about price shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition.

But $160,140.00 isn't so bad if you break it down. It
translates into:
* $8,896.66 a year,
* $741.38 a month,
* $171.08 a week.
* A mere $24.24 a day!
* Just over a dollar an hour.

Still, you might think the best financial advice is
: don't have children if you want to be 'rich.' Actually, it is just the opposite.

What do you get for your $160,140.00?

* 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 jelly or
chocolate.
* A partner for blowing bubbles and flying kites.
* Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what
the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.

For $160,140.00, you never have to grow up. You get to:
* finger-paint,
* carve pumpkins,
* play hide-and-seek,
* catch lightning bugs,
* never stop believing in Santa Claus.

You have an excuse to:

* keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh,
* watch Saturday morning cartoons,
* go to Disney movies, and
* wish 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 a mere $24.24 a day, there is 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 a bike,
* removing a splinter,
* filling a 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 in 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 and great-grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match..

In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God.
You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the 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. That is quite a deal for the price!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Memories

I have a hard time remembering things from my childhood growing up. My mind sees things more in snapshots than in video per say. Some things I just don’t remember at all.

I’m not sure if it is giving birth to two children that sucked my brain cells out or if it was a minor concussion I had as a result of a car wreck. Sometimes it makes me sad that I can’t remember things that others seem to remember so vividly.

For instance I have had the same best friend since 2nd grade. She clearly remembers the day we became BFF’s and why. It all started with me sharing my bag of cool ranch Doritos at lunch (cause I’m nice like that) with her. I have absolutely no recollection of this ya’ll. Here we are 23 years later and I cannot remember this.

It makes me want to take more pictures of my kids so I don’t get down the road and find it hard to remember times from their childhood. This is one reason I am starting this blog; maybe if I try and make it a point to write about our daily life, from the mundane to the exciting, then it will help me to remember things more vividly. I, like so many of you get busy doing life and forget to stop and take pleasure in the small mundane things of life. I also sometimes forget to keep the best thing first…and that will be a post for another day.