My Nine-Year-Old Laid $146 of His Birthday Money on the Kitchen Table and Begged to Stay One More Month. My Husband and His Mother Fell Silent. I Had Never Agreed to Send Him Anywhere, but What My Son Said His Father Told Him Changed Everything…
“So wouldn’t raising two babies be a whole lot cheaper than raising three kids?” he asked, working it out with heartbreaking logic.
Hearing my nine-year-old talk about his own life like an item on a grocery receipt made my soul ache with a sorrow I could barely stand.
“Yes, Austin, in plain math two kids cost less than three,” I admitted quietly.
“But having children isn’t like being at the grocery store, where you put a box of cereal back on the shelf because the total came out twenty dollars too high.”
His eyebrows pulled together into a tight, puzzled knot as he thought over my clumsy comparison.