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 And after wiping my hands on my apron I read it - and this is what it said For mowing the yard - five dollars And for making my own bed this week - one dollar And for going to the store - fifty cents An' playing with little brother, while you went shopping Twenty-five cents Taking out the trash - one dollar Getting a good report card - five dollars And for raking the yard - two dollars Total owed - fourteen seventy-five. Well, I looked at I'm standing there expectantly And a thousand memories flashed through my mind So I picked up the pen, turning the paper over, This is what I wrote: For nine months I carried you Growing inside me - no charge For the nights I've sat up with you, Doctored you, prayed for you - no charge For the time and the tears. And the cost through the years, there's no charge When you add it all up. The full cost of my love is 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 There's NO CHARGE, son When you add it all up, The full cost of my love, is - charge. Well, when he finished readin' He had great big old 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." When you add it all up The cost of real love is - no charge.