I have alwlays known this as a song, actually I have never heard it sung in English, but, it use to be quite popular on a French music station I listen to. It had a profound affect on me the first time I heard it. I can still remember that time, I was driving home from school when I heard it and it really made me stop and think about my mom. It was at that point that I realised how often we take our parents for granted. How we expect to be compensated in some manner for helping out around the house and complain about chores we have to do. It was then, I knew, I should be helping my mom out of love and gratitude for all she has done for me, never asking anything in return.

          NO CHARGE

          My little boy came into the kitchen this evening while I was fixing supper. And he handed me a piece of paper he'd been writing on. So, after wiping my hands on my apron, I read it, and this is what it said:

          For mowing the grass, $5.
          For making my own bed this week, $1.
          For going to the store, $.50.
          For playing with baby brother while you went shopping, $.25.
          For taking out the trash, $1.
          For getting a good report card, $5.
          And for raking the yard, $2.

          Well, I looked at him standing there expectantly, and a thousand memories flashed through my mind. So, I picked up the paper, and turning it over, this is what I wrote:

          For the nine months I carried you, growing inside me,
          No Charge.
          For the nights I sat up with you, doctored you, prayed for you,
          No charge.
          For the time and the tears, and the cost through the years,
          No Charge.
          For the nights filled with dread, and the worries ahead,
          No Charge.
          For advice and the knowledge, and the cost of your college,
          No Charge.
          For the toys, food and clothes, and for wiping your nose,
          No Charge.
          Son, when you add it all up, the full cost of my love is
          No Charge.

          Well, when he finished reading, he had great big tears in his eyes. And he looked up at me and he said, "Mama, I sure do love you." Then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote, PAID IN FULL.

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