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.
For those with kids,
that figure leads to wild fantasies about all the things we could have
bought, all the places we could have traveled, all the money we could
have banked if not for (insert child's name here).
For others, that
number might confirm the decision to remain childless.
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 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's just the opposite. There's no way to put a price tag on:
Feeling a new life move for the first time and seeing the bump of a knee
rippling across your skin. Having someone cry, "It's a boy!"
or shout, "It's a girl!" then hearing the baby wail and
knowing all that matters is it's healthy. Counting all 10 fingers and
toes for the first time. Feeling the warmth of fat cheeks against your
breast. Cupping an entire head in the palm of your hand. Making out dada
or mama from all the cooing and gurgling.
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 jam.
A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites, building sandcastles 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 $160,140.00, 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 movies and wishing
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
there's 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 sliver, filling the
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 to 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
You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice,
communications and human sexuality no college can match.
In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there with God.
You have the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away 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.