All this talk of $$$$ and the fact my beans think it grows on trees made think of an old post I did on wordpress below is an excerpt.
I would like to note-I am NOT even sure we would be considered middle class LOL and I am doubting that figure includes braces or any sports/activities beans may be involved in(it's prolly all diapers N shit) and I don't even care they tried to break it down to "a dollar an hour" maybe I need to remind the Gov'ment that I work for hugs and kisses not $$$
The government recently calculated the cost of raising a 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 money we could have banked if not for (insert your 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 is just the opposite.
What do your get for your $160,140?
Naming rights. First, middle, and last!
Glimpses of God every day.
More love than your heart can hold.
Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.
Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.
Someone to laugh yourself silly with no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.
You get to finger-paint, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs, and fly kites.
You have an excuse to keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, and going to Disney movies.
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 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 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 with 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.
My confession for today: Who says I am NOT keepin track?
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