I have repeatedly seen the breakdown of the cost of raising a
child, but
this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way.
It's nice,
really nice!
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
sticker shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition.
But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into
$8,896
a
year, $741.38 a month, or $171.08 a week. That's a mere $24.24 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 is just the opposite.
What do your get for your $160,140?
Naming rights,--- First, middle, and last!
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 sand
castles, 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 finger-paint, 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 Land, 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 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 the bike, removing a splinter,
filling a
wading pool, coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching a
soccer 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, and 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 that no college can match.
In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there as an all power
being .
You have all the power to heal a booboo, 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.