The son who wrote the letter in my “Living the Dream and a Letter to Grandmother” post went to stay with his grandmother yesterday. I sent him there with his older sister because my mother (his grandmother) told me that her brother was very ill.

Shortly after our children arrived, my mother got a phone call from the nursing home that her brother had passed away. He was her only sibling. My mother (who is not ordinarily a gushy person) said, “Thank you, thank you, Jill, for sending the children to be with me!”

I was glad I had children whom I could trust to bless her and minister to her. These are my fourth and fifth children. I am glad they were born.

How Much Do Babies Cost?

By Edgar Guest

“How much do babies cost?” said he

The other night upon my knee;

And then I said: “They cost a lot;

A lot of watching by a cot,

A lot of sleepless hours and care,

A lot of heartache and despair,

A lot of fear and trying dread,

And sometimes many tears are shed

In payment for our babies small,

But every one is worth it all.

“For babies people have to pay

A heavy price from day to day –

There is no way to get one cheap.

Why, sometimes when they’re fast asleep

You have to get up in the night

And go and see that they’re all right.

But what they cost in constant care

And worry, does not half compare

With what they bring of joy and bless –

You’d pay much more for just a kiss.

“Who buys a baby has to pay

A portion of the bill each day;

He has to give his time and thought

Unto the little one he’s bought.

He has to stand a lot of pain

Inside his heart and not complain;

And pay with lonely days and sad

For all the happy hours he’s had.

All this a baby costs, and yet

His smile is worth it all, you bet.”